There's a sharp frosty switchback that never sees the sun in winter skies of blue. The frost heave cut-bank rocks tumble down to the side of the road, in the ice shard mottled ditch lay frozen stiff
Tall Sitka spruce marbled gray shadows mat the sparsely traveled corridor, paved with potholes, where the roads have no names Sometimes listening quietly to the bare stillness, there are rhetorical questions heard in the silent reverie's say:
"Have you ever been afraid?"
The tree-line gaps above the jagged gray stone ravine, disappearing down the rugged mountain shade, falling into the pillow-top fog bank blanketing the canyon's murmurs below — headed towards the ocean
Crystalline spring waters gurgle up roadside — out of nowhere, where tired boots stand in reverent contemplation as it all sings out harmoniously to the trees in the key of silence; it was there in a gust of restless forbearance heard the frozen peacefulness say:
"Have you ever felt alone?"
Gathering a deep breath of marbled gray shadows, silence bears a loud holler's scorn — echoing back and forth down canyon walls, with the spirit of a voice a multitude strong, evanescent as winter's outgoing tide.
January 2019 — Jesse Stillwater
winter thoughts mused by an understanding poet friend's words
The morning fog paints the forest hillside an ashen shade of pale dawn shadows arising — stumbling through the dark, disappearing like some kind of disappointment drifting in the memory of a forgotten dream
a sigh settles in a fragile breath upon the windowpane then drools down upon the sill like gathered dust on an empty picture frame
a sudden gust of loneliness brings a reawakening shiver whispering silently as an old violin without a bow, tuned to a forlorn hidden ache — in the quiet darkness of your memories
The Corrs - Everybody Hurts UNPLUGGED - Amazing version of the R.E.M. Song
Healing leaves are now disrobed branches on the edge of this wilderness. Many tall Douglas Fir stand sentinel over 100 foot tall amazing grace — the fleeting leaves expose the beauty of the moss clad scaffolds adorned with a lime-grey lichen lace Nature is my refuge — solid ground to stand in this harmony and peacefulness.