Today is also ending--
at the bottom of the snowstorm
the gigantic sun


last hours
filling with memories,
wishes on the wing . . .

..clumps of snow

once more,
with my dustpan, I threw down
the balcony snow
each time a clump grazed
my tree's dry branches, I apologized
..Dec. 28, 2012..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram; reaching into
the poet's mind


in still waiting
spruce trees

so foul and fair a day

Winter solstice storm
wrack scuds under twin rainbows
fit day for MacBeth

Light in darkness

There is a window in the darkness of night
there is always light
all day, all night
the whole week
through the month
all year
it’s never off
always on
those who live there
might turn off their own light
from time to time
that is
light of now -
of passed time
it’s another matter
that stands clearly in their minds
always bright
their youth, their deeds
their life
now is gray
remembering shortly or even not at all
there is always light
even if it’s not recognized


Light in darkness
always we remember the past

a flash of magpie
behind the brick houses
plastic Santa Claus

golden arrows at sunrise
criss-cross the clear sky
warmth meet cold