February 2021 – Picking Up Roots

Trying

when was trying
more worthy of reward
     than achievement:

in this world

Winter

winter knocks at the door,
screened by the false warmth
of a welcoming sun
on placid fields of white
it invites us outside;

where we are subjected
to the frigid grasp
of the wind's icy fingers
upon our exposed skin,
its cold gusts
burning our throats -

a frantic reminder
of the beautiful tenacity
of the dead season

FaceTime

a joyous laugh
tickles the air -
a golden haired child
at play,
oblivious to the heartaches 
of the world,
caught only in the pleasure
of this moment

the call ends
and as the picture disappears
a small voice cries 'bye'

a heart breaks
at the distance,
full of feeling, longing;
it holds the beauty
of that innocent smile