the external cold
attempts to cross boundaries
internal warmth saves
**NOTE – I feel like I’ve done a SenHai Saturday poem in one, not two.
the external cold
attempts to cross boundaries
internal warmth saves
**NOTE – I feel like I’ve done a SenHai Saturday poem in one, not two.
Redux

Image credit – Susi Bocks
ahead
the opening
forging on, breaking through
a fire, a warm bed, food, and love
safety
Originally posted 1/14/2019 on I Write Her.
the fall of new snow
sleds rushing past tall hazards
childhood memories
chaotic winds emerge
white snowflakes blanket branches
globe starts to settle
aching and tired
pulling from nothingness
stretched beyond breaking
icy snow falls
it’s cold and wet
sandy white beaches beckon
new hope emerges
imagining a better day
capturing a moment of bliss

This night, cold and icy. I gaze at the huge, gorgeous orb and the shadows it casts around my castle, feeling goosebumps and serenity. Odd how I can feel excitement and ease at the same time. I watch as my breath adds a layer of fog to my vision.
But it’s too frigid out here. This selenophile must go back now. The only warmth I’m feeling is the slight glow from my staff. Serves me right if I freeze to death trying to see the moon from this vantage point.
Good night, lovely moon! Let’s meet again in the summer.

Image credit – Susi Bocks
ahead
the opening
forging on, breaking through
a fire, a warm bed, food, and love
safety

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layered in comfort
protection from the shivers
breathing in chilled air