Heart of winter is ironic
as nothing moves in this cold
there is no hot blood though veins
keeping extremities alive.
As I stand frozen on the patio
even my breath escapes slightly
before the immortalized
words hang in the air.
There is a shift in what you see when
the clearest blue sky collides
with white coated earth, what should
be a defined boundary, with definitions
and delineations, wavers and moves.
5 responses to “Poem – What is Still, Still Moves”
I do like this I can see the indigo skies, the white snow covered ground and I can feel the cold!
Thank you Willow. Glad you could “see” the same thing!
Not this year but I have done , we have had some hard winters!
Love this stanza, William:
There is a shift in what you see when
the clearest blue sky collides
quite and evocative moment…
quite an evocative moment…