Simple Sunday-Winter-tide Waltz

The snow's stark white patina

flows as far as my

 eyes observe

Walking, crackle-crunch my boots whisper

in the silence of the moment

A brittle breeze sneaks into

the few gaps of my

coat of winter armor

reminding me of it's 

presence and power

I shudder, adjusting my knits and fluff

in attempts to fend off

the windy bites 

Succeeding, I trod on

the day's sun hung

high and dry

making the trek a treat of beauty

Atmosphere azure

the world's clock seems stilled

My mind swirls and sings

with the visions 

around about me as I dance this

Winter-tide Waltz

CCB 

2/22/2015