SNOW 1

Snow blanketing the world,
Icicles draping the landmarks,
Crisp cool air making cheeks red as polished apples.
This refreshes me,
Makes me feel as peaceful as snowflakes falling,
Dampening sound, making everything soft and silent.
My new lover is snow,
Because she erases harshness of the world.

 

SNOW 2

I love snow.
I could live as an Eskimo.
Everywhere white fleece,
Nothing but silent peace.
All the pines flocked by nature,
All preserved in the cold winter brrrrr.
Alone I snowshoe in crisp and pure,
Here I could forever endure.
Every winter the snowflakes lure.
Under the gray winter sky
All of God's uncut Christmas trees lie
With pine cones nestled in a snowdrift,
Bunny and bird prints embedded on pillows of white,
And rocks covered with a fine grain sugar sift.
I soak up the glory of nature in sight after sight.
Out here I feel fresh as birth.
There's no where else on earth
I'd rather be,
Not warm beaches or the sunny sea.
Just give winter to me.

 

SURPRISE SPRING SNOW

Winter's naked trees, just become pregnant with buds
Are now buried by blankets of snow
Just bloomed bulb flowers
Are now nearly drowned in a sea of snow
Though bright specs of color cast shadows
On the white banks as though the newly born flowers
Are trying to tread water
Don't worry little budlets, the sun will soon return to you
And melt this shroud of cold
Before you suffer a premature demise.
No, Spring will not die before its born
Even thought Mr. Frost has kissed each baby leaf today
And sloppy slush lines the streets
A happy playground for ducks
That don't mind feet like ice.

 

CABIN FEVER

Cabin fever isn’t the urge to get out
But the urge to stay in
And be wrapped in the walls of wood
There kept warm and safe.
The cabin, the only man-made structure
Of rustic roots blends with the mountains,
And glows with coziness.
Its walls of logs were made of the forest,
The warmth from its fireplace comes from the forest,
And the cabin itself would be lost
If it’s home wasn’t in the forest.

 

WILDERNESS WEEKEND

I come from Azusa
With a backpack on my shoulders,
Salt on my forehead,
And pepper in my gait.
I’m into the mountains
That feed me my mind
From a plate of tranquility.
I’m an adventure sportist
And this is my song of the open road:
Let me roam without those four walls holding me in.
Let me fill up my sight with the beauty of open spaces
And many places.

 You can force me to the city to earn a living
But the mountains are always in my mind.
You can trap me in a condo on account of cost
But I still yearn for a cozy cabin or coastline cottage.
I’m a weekend lover,
Unshaven face buffeted by wind and made cozy by the sun,
I pine away during the week
Within gray walls of stale offices.
But once the weekends begin,
I pace the hills from dawn to dusk -
I can’t soak up enough scenery.
I paddle the ocean swells round the harbor -
Kayaking is a special solitude.
I pedal my bike through the L.A. outback -
I like to watch postcard pictures roll by mile after mile.