winter leaves, overlapping
with cold wind, rain,
clouds that permeate
each every day
footsteps too heavy
to follow another
enclosed in lethargy,
the hours devoid
of song, stagnant
from here to anywhere,
held in pause–
each day a tunnel
searching for openings–
starsunmoon
glowing
A quadrille for Lillian at dVerse, using the word glow.
I always like to photograph my art in natural light, but it’s so dark here today, I also did some with the overhead light on. It gives everything a yellow tone, and doesn’t show the subtle shifts in the color any better. Maybe they’re too subtle.
K. 
oh my….I can FEEL the heaviness here….the lethargy is visceral. Seeking a way out of the tunnel….would that there be a moon gleam or sun ray seen…and felt.
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The light will return soon I hope. Thanks Lillian.
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The moon is like an angry eye in this one. I think it’s the frayed edges that give it an anxious look, and the cold things overlapping, trapping the light in that tunnel.
The three witches all had glowing moons.
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We need to hold onto those moons.
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Oh, you’re right. Here’s to the three witches and our moon! She glows and hums through the darkness.
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She always deserves a toast.
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🙂
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It’s astonishing that with all that we’re trashing down here, the moon hasn’t changed at all.
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I like the progression in this poem, Kerfe, from the everyday wintry depression and lethargy to the final glow. I miss the glow of autumn, the way the sun gets lower in the sky and the beautiful foliage. Bare branches are interesting but not as beautiful.
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I actually like seeing the bare bones of the the trees, but darkness at 4:30–earlier if it’s raining as it has been for days–that just slows me to a halt.
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I feel this darkness deep in my bones… and so fitting for the season.. somewhere there is that glow to lead us to light.
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There is. Thanks Bjorn.
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I sympathize, completely. Mid-day seems like early dusk, and dusk seems more like night. I definitely feel the need for light.
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This year seems somehow darker. Hoping for more light in the new decade…
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I like the thought of a day being a tunnel in which we search for openings.
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Hopefully we find them! Thanks Frank.
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Wow! so provocative and haunting and beautiful!!!!
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Thanks Jodi.
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Liked this very much.
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Thanks.
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I can feel the heaviness. I do feel so lethargic this time of year, especially when the days are cloudy or rainy, too. But then sunmoonstars do try to shine through–and sometimes it helps when we see them–even faintly.
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I try to remember they are there even when we can’t see them.
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Either I read it or someone told me when you’re in dire straits, look for small movements. I believe this is true. May you discern small movements, steps towards another path with more light.
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Thanks Jade. The light is always there somewhere.
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I wanted to let you know I submitted a few poems to that site you posted about.
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Great! Good luck!
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🙂 Thanks!
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Beautiful abstract painting…
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Thanks Evelyn.
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