In Winter
snowflake galaxies whirl above the
frozen pond
white sparks stream from my old coal
shovel
standing straight up against the wind
I see light everywhere
photon embers of the big bang
fill the sky to the edge of the sun
from another universe
a dark form
a deer on the ridge
looks into my eyes
we share a breath of air
in that cool moment
we know what it is
to be alive
bowing our heads
we bend forward
into the drift
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Cold spirits
If spirits roam
In small spaces
Between slow burning suns
And the inexorable slide of gravity
They see our bodies
living breathing steam
Freezing white in solid air
As if our souls hung there
Getting gasoline
Out cold in orange-yellow bays
Great bright stalls, greasy ice
Where we stand
Shocked by the knowledge
Of our predicament
Driven to wander
Risking everything
Going home
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brain freeze
Words are frozen mind crystals.
Sentences are chunks of ice.
Once they are formed
That part of the brain stops thinking
And just repeats the words
Over and over.
We end up with titanic icebergs
In our heads.
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*Text and Image by Tullio DeSantis:Image: “Winter” – Tullio – 2012