sitting in the sunlight
the winter's brittleness penetrates;
pond's laminated shimmers whisper
frightening warnings of frost, and
for a moment,
My world is on hold.
brutal wind hits my face, the trees dance in
amusement,
the ducks gawk at my unfamiliarity,
I smile and shrug
because for a moment
My world is on hold.
this wooden bench is my freedom
an escape
from My troubling reality.
it is a shame
I had to write this vicariously
and only imagine,
putting My world on hold.

another day
woken to the birds,
singing in glee;
tempting me
to come out and play.
sun's aurora,
an infinite ocean liner
in the morning winter sky.
soft blanket of snow lays,
warming the ground;
yet here I am
longing for
another day.