There on the snow, the shadows of ancient flyers
perched atop rooflines, barring the sun.
© Chagall ∞
Tag Archive: snow
Snow, an extended heaven-sent sigh
expresses its passion as a function
of the angle of its fall; precipitation
begat and chilled by the wind, a fluttery
jitterbug afoot overhead. My scarf wraps
twice to warm me, beguiled amid words that
form between flakes, they speak you know –
to warn me there just ahead is a hand
reaches out to embrace but the space between,
the chasm divide is too great, still we blow,
still we fall to the ground, a powder, a mist
slowly wisps away in time, nestled deep in the throes,
in our throwaway wraparound world we propel ourselves
deeper each time we fall, backwards off-stage I trust
you’ll catch me never let me fall,
I would break along dotted lines …
snow from afar
each little star
is snow.
© Chagall 2017
The night air is extraordinarily
cold, rarefied – prompts me to consider
if I had considered the language
It is snowing
then I thought simply
It snows
or simpler
Snowing
and still
just
Snow
sparkling
dry falling
night squadrons
wee icy crystals
cascade down her lashes
freeze cheeks
numb kisses
her lips
quickly
we are the first
to warm ankle-deep in
Snowfall
Chagall 2015
Droplets
crystalline
tone
so quiet here
snow underfoot
crunch stones
of ice
quite pious here
light
astigmatic
stars
halos awash
in twilight
breathless, yet see
how my breath escapes me
I am frozen regaled
in powder-blue night
Chagall 2015
I told her I’m sure there’s bells
you can’t help but hear them –
There! You see?
Twin peals in echelon
waves above up in pockets
then swoops below near the prey
This close to the ground we risk
broken wings, we need to find lift anywhere
If I just let go I get aloft
I have long known how to walk on ceilings
I have sat on chandeliers
and walked through upside-down window sashes
I step from this ladder through your second-floor window
to entreat your love, float gracefully down to the ground unhurt
unscathed in defiance of gravity, grateful
graceful as a balustrade slide in white tie and tails
I win and heads lose, we embrace only these end times
not before, that was then while this merely is
I revel now and still
counting the bells –
you can’t help but hear them
Chagall 2015
Atop the snow’s dappled sunspots I sleigh
solar flare speeds me downhill
I’ve a tail of ice, steam, mist
and blinding white light
© Chagall 2015
They’re shaking the globe again –
hold on
© Chagall 2014
The slower snow is content to flurry
but hastened to blizzard
by crazed young flakes
so all the world’s a-swirl
© Chagall 2014
