Dutch winter view
Ice etched in intricate designs
on the window by which I stand,
trying to catch the elusive
brilliance of winter's light
on a carefully held prism
Coaxing rays of crystalline
luminosity to paint
my world with pretty colors
and vibrant hues -
to cover and distort
my inner pain and give
credence to my facade.
But the winter light is shadowed
by blues and grays, casting
a hazy fog over all that I know,
and those brilliant colors
coninue to dance
away, far away,
leaving me still standing
by a frosty window,
shivering and cold,
praying for the warmth
of summer days.
by Debbie Kerr
Dutch winter view
Ice etched in intricate designs
on the window by which I stand,
trying to catch the elusive
brilliance of winter's light
on a carefully held prism
Coaxing rays of crystalline
luminosity to paint
my world with pretty colors
and vibrant hues -
to cover and distort
my inner pain and give
credence to my facade.
But the winter light is shadowed
by blues and grays, casting
a hazy fog over all that I know,
and those brilliant colors
coninue to dance
away, far away,
leaving me still standing
by a frosty window,
shivering and cold,
praying for the warmth
of summer days.
by Debbie Kerr