Daylight is Waning

The daylight is waning; the perception of warmth is dying with it

Stalactites seem to hang precariously from the edge of the roof

Their incessant dripping halted for the next few hours of darkness

While the craters in the snow beneath them form crystallized cups

Eager to hold the next day’s catch, liquefied by the sun’s radiance

Snow still covers the ground, now in a dusky yellow-grey color

Mimicking the diluted palate that veils the western edge of the sky

The dark scraggy branches of the trees dissolve into the murkiness above

Soon points of light begin to appear scattered loosely across the heavens

Then filling the void between them countless smaller specks come alive

The night sky glimmers and glitters like snowflakes in the moonlight 

Turning from the front window the flickering candle flames replace the stars

Filling the room with fragrances of pine and cinnamon while whips of smoke dance into the air

Warming the darkening room for a short time…

Spring Evening

Sitting out on the front porch gathering in the spring evening

The suns nearly down and the powdery blue sky begins to dim

There’s a slight caress of cool refreshing air helping to bring on the night

The cat daintily steps through spring’s promising foliage

Crouching now and then to pounce on an invisible foe

By now the sky has deepened in color

Beginning to reveal widely scattered muted points of light

The outline of the trees against the sky disappears

Night has arrived in its fullness

Cloaking the earth in serene shades of black

Here and there the hushed stars of a few moments ago surge in intensity

It is their sky tonight, the moon hidden away in the shadow of the earth

Long before their full presence can be seen time has grown short

Tomorrow pushes me from my front row seat

Perhaps I’ll see the full display another night…

December 23rd

The daylight is waning; the perception of warmth is dying with it
Stalactites seem to hang precariously from the edge of the roof
Their incessant dripping halted for the next few hours of darkness
While the craters in the snow beneath them form crystallized cups
Eager to hold the next day’s catch, liquefied by the sun’s radiance
Snow still covers the ground, now in a dusky yellow-grey color
Mimicking the diluted palate that veils the western edges of the sky
The dark scraggy branches of the trees dissolve into the murkiness above
Soon points of light begin to appear scattered loosely across the heavens
Then filling the void between them countless smaller specks come alive
The night sky glimmers and glitters like snowflakes in the moonlight
Turning from the front window the flickering Christmas candles and lights replace the stars
Filling the room with fragrances of pine and cinnamon while tinsel sparkles amidst the needles
Warming the room while foretelling the coming holiday celebration