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
~~

Tumblewords

Upright
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
although
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
nonexistence
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
demented

a flash of magpie
behind the brick houses
plastic Santa Claus

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

bold bright birch
stands before the darkened sky
holding up the night

gnarled drooping limb
softly the gray mist gathers
to enshroud you

sparrows
crowd the buddleia
bluetits fly off

..his guests

he slides
the balcony door open...
lets in the stars
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..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
..mostly channeled; spirit Ram
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in the garden pond
frozen
the koi suspended

blackbird sends a song
through the bathroom window
front stoop crocuses

snow is sparkling bright –
my footprints only witness
this silent vastness


DianART: snow is sparkling bright

potted crocus
brighten the doorstep
white clouds

sunshine
through the curtain gap
a pigeon's song

bluetits wait for sparrows
to leave the bird table
starlings queue-jump

tears of joy
the happy snowflakes of old,
your eyes, are back
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..(C)2010/2012 Spiros Zafiris
.channeled; spirit Ram
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magpie
at the top of the tallest tree
plastic bag

by the roadside
I pass a still shape
outstretched pheasant

overnight rain
brings dreams of bumpy seas
blunt tulip torpedoes