Tag Archive: winter

Those Woods

The little horse has passed, still her harness bells summon
snowfalls shared, quiet leas, and the long dark nights of winter.

©  Chagall 2017

Kissing While Snow Amasses

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

and still


dry falling
night squadrons
wee icy crystals
cascade down her lashes
freeze cheeks
numb kisses
her lips

we are the first
to warm ankle-deep in

Chagall 2015

Whose Woods Are These?


so quiet here

snow underfoot
crunch stones
of ice

quite pious here


halos awash
in twilight

breathless, yet see
how my breath escapes me

I am frozen regaled
in powder-blue night

Chagall 2015

Six-Sided Flakes In Moonlight

I love the way
sound sounds
in slow crunchy snowfall
there’s no doubt
that we’re inside
the dome

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

A small bird flying overhead
determinedly through the wind
high above is tossed she chirps
desperate to be somewhere

Chagall 2015

Out This Night Walking

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From the low part of the land, in the windows at the crest
indistinct figures dance behind the golden glass lit to music
more imagined than heard, I can fog them with frost from here so
they disappear, how I love my crunch in new-fallen snow,
my back angled, face alee, burrowed in a warm woolen muffler,
a straight-away plus a bend away from the smile of your eyes at the door.

© Chagall 2014

Whirled Shook Up

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The slower snow is content to flurry
but hastened to blizzard
by crazed young flakes
so all the world’s a-swirl

© Chagall 2014


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A woman
of no and every

waves to me
from the rooftop

she flies away.

I watch as her bubble
ascends . . .

the chevron

the V of pigeons
entangled in lines

alley music

heaven’s door framed
in mosaics.

© Chagall 2013

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