Chilling winds harmonize with the
fragile tenderness a body can endure.
The briskness captivates my brittle bones;
it grates the complexity hidden within.
The gentle rhythmic patterns of the
pattering snow discombobulates my deepest knowledge
as I wonder if my intelligence
can pursue the great quest this intensity might bring forth.
The icy walkways shall be taken with precaution.
The silence and perplexity that I know,
God knows exists here;
here in the depths of this wonderland.
The conditions are unbearable for post adolescent beings,
yet, to the immature and "wide-minded"
children, we laugh, we play, and assemble
our priceless frozen statues of loved ones,
memorable pieces and moments, and "Frosty"
himself. Mother is busy cooking on the hot stove,
my favorite, beef stew and mixed "veggies".
The aperitive intensity overwhelms me.
The delicately chopped potatoes
and carrots mixed with beef cutlets is so
miraculously transfused anyone's
tastebuds would almost melt.
The hint of nutmeg, Momma stuffs in
dang-near everything she cooks,
dances along your tongue like a Native in a rain dance.
The Christmas season lives deeply
rooted into my soul, the American soul,
and God's soul, and it will forever live with me...and you!