Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Solar Lights

Dancing on the stars of light
taken from day's sunshine,
the diamond blue transformation,
from gold to silver patterned
on the black-green grass,

I slow-walked a lost memory.

The endless ice rink outside
my frosted window, Detroit.
Glastonbury Road, alone,
mastering balance, skating
in bliss, free of the harried house,
icy free, changing into crystal.

Can we, should we understand
the gifts of the sun or the dark
teachings of ice?

1 comment:

  1. I can see the solitary skater, relishing the peace, the freedom, the winter silence. It took me back, too, to winter chill, when I was young. There is a quality to the silence of frozen wintery days that is quite wonderful.


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