I counted all the snowflakes as they filtered through the sky. They landed on the bare limbs, the bushes, the eyelids of busy rabbits, squirrels gathering supplies. I walked through banks of snow that seemed to grow at least a foot an hour. Our fields in countryside became blankets thick and cold and no longer grew green and yellow grains, but gathered only snow. I know that birds took cover in woods not far away; they say all animals are wiser than we know. We see them not, though they are there where snowflakes by the trillions fall through frigid air.
Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Waking up with you Covered in quilts Cuddling you under the blue sky Sipping hot coffee with you Carrying smiles on their face In hot water tub We laying like a kids Staring at water droplets falling makes you More beautiful Staring at your lips Your hips Makes you warm through my inner fire
When you look up to the darkness alone, when you feel wind tickle your bones and when it whips frost into your eyelashes, when the wintry sun makes ground glitter with its nascent rays, when you look at with love each sculpted flake, when a smile spreads on your cold lips, may you remember me.
There I was yet again –in the middle of my thoughts. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts take me wherever they could. Every breath seemed like it lasted a lifetime. Every intake felt like a new life innovating my consciousness. I was high on the hope for something new. I had broken pieces of my heart in my left hand –weighing me down and down. But I kept on holding onto the rope of rejoice with my right hand. As bizarre as it sounds, I felt good. I felt relieved with my dark side and the brighter side. The car horns in amidst of this city echoed -one after the other. It was as if everything was finally in its right place. It was as if I was finally who I were supposed to be. Every thing I was feeling —all made sense. My freezing hands, the cool breeze against my face, the tears stuck in my eyes, the crowded streets, the sound of giggles coming from a distance –this city made me feel alive once again.