Awakened to the sound of a constant drip,
Not an ordinary dripping of course,
But a deliberate noise without skip,
Running, without time but performance,
All the same!
Tap drips have a pattern, but not this,
Stirring from my slumberous pillows,
And staring out the window into a dark abyss,
Ice, snow falling from the roof to ground below!
Thaw has arrived and is such a welcome bliss!
Can l honestly say for now?
No telling of course if winters’ kiss,
Has gone for the year, or if more snow,
Is to come again!
Looking out through the glassy eye,
As dawn rises from the deadness of the ground,
Breathing a sigh of relief is l,
A warming sight without sound,
Light descends upon the darkness of my mind,
As l watch the snows slide away,
Slowly do they decline,
And the grass appears for the day,
Like a bloodstain!
Not been seen for quite a while now,
Probably forgot it was there,
Been hidden it has since the snow plough,
Drove it deep underneath winters’ glare,
Least it had privacy!
The day starts with a plus instead,
Of a minus, which is great,
Love the white, but not the careful tread,
Perils in walking and icy skate,
But for how long, will she stay gone?
For a week more, or is it true,
That again she will respawn ,
Or is it really adieu?
Next time sneaking in again privately?
Her beauty alone l will miss, this is fact,
The perils, pitfalls and misery,
Of her presence, do not attract,
But that untouched appeal is trickery,
To eyes that do not complain!
Watching as l am, with sighs of relief,
Shaking my head to ensure l am,
Awake, and not still asleep,
More snow slips, slides and slams,
Into the ground, sliding away!
© Rory Matier 2009