A Frozen Peace

The woods outside my door

Are begging me to plunge into their

Snow covered depths,

With fresh fallen powder 

To crunch beneath my boots. 

The still and frozen air

Is heavy with the silence

Of a thousand stifled thoughts.

My heart thuds quietly in my chest

And my breath fogs the space around me

Before being whisked away on the breeze. 

Fallen trees and hardy saplings 

Provide an obstacle course for my 

Hike among the bowing trees. 

Nature holds its breath

On the late December day,

Its furious frozen temper

Abates

And for a moment the world 

Is at peace

While I am left longing for the peace of your presence. 

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1 December

December,

the last sigh at the sunset of the year.

Boston has lost its leaves

and the dying sun paints the bricks with dwindling light.

The air bites, cold and vicious

yet becomes a constant companion

walking through the raw streets. 

Contentment filters into my heart,

slowly infiltrating my being,

and filling me with warmth

as I walk beside you.

Your warm hand tethered to mine

and small breaths puffing colorless into the frigid air. 

The world rushed around us

all in a hurry to arrive and be out of the cold.

Welcome to December

full of well wishers and merry makers

yet none so full of joy as us.