Winter 2015
Posted on May 7, 2015 by Peggy Offenberger
With quiet gesture
The snow sprawls
Like a dioramic
On city streets.
It is immune
To the chill greeting
Of passers-by
Weary of its banal redundancy.
It snows all day
It snows all night
It snows all day
It snows all night
It snows all day
It snows all night
Drifts like purist alabaster
Transform to
Black dunes of soot
And grime.
The theme repeats endlessly.
When will Spring
Flesh out a better season?
MEDITATION
Wandering off the beaten path
I came upon a gallery of peonies
Kneeling beneath
An imperial waterfall.
The holy preacher of majesty
Together with the delicate
Fragrance of the flora
A meditation on
The redemptive energy
Of nature.