Heart-frozen, tears turn to sleet – crystallized
salt tracks on red cheeks, an outline of pain
all too familiar. This time of year is
not among her favorites. Merry Christmas
and a happy New Year are foreign words
to a tongue twisted with memories.

Yet, as days grow longer, whispers of snow
replace the sting of words that splintered vows
with false confessions of love – too little
too late – forgotten. Broken silent
promises begin to fade; shattering
her patterns, left over from years ago.

A sense of falling – forward, not back, stirs
new resolve; opens possibilities.

Siobhan
12/30/13


You brought jewels for me
craddled in the fallen leaves
lit with morning sun

~

Siobhan

11/12/13


Heavy, squeaky snow
screeching drifts on the landscape
Winter’s fingernails

~

Twelve inches above
the ground; covered in winter
twelve degrees below

~

Fog steams the drive way;
warmth floods the heart and body
furnace is working

~

Siobhan
02/05/2011


Cat on a Cold Snowy Roof

Creeping along, brushing under branches,
grey stripes blend with shadows from overhead.
Dancing cat leaves paw prints and snow angels
hiding beneath the leavings left from the fall.

~

Siobhan
1/7/11


Fire and Ice

When cold invades, snaking its way along
tendons, assaulting the muscle between
shoulder blades, he melts it away. Fingers
caress down the length of calf, a heated
touch cupping hips that ache – then with pain, now
with want – eases her from thoughts of warmth to
murmurs of desire; chill forgotten.
 
The crunch of tires on snow and ice fade
beneath the strains of Debussy. Music
soft enough to dream by relaxes her
into his arms, even as passion wakes.
Is it the room’s chill air kissing her flesh
or his mouth on her breast that excites her?
Fire and ice burn together tonight.
 
 
Siobhan
02/17/10


Black against the Grey
 
Fresh fallen snow scraped back reveals a pale
landing strip of concrete, invites a plague
of grackles to descend. I watch them land –
a puddle of oil-slick feathers rain
down, scatter across the shovel-bared ground.

They do not bring spring with their cries and fight
for food in the gravel-crusted snow pile;
remind instead of the days left before
farmers return to the field,  break open
soil to plow under winter’s bleakness.
 
Spellbound, I stop, smile at their name calling,
child’s play and teasing rings in their cry.
Then just as suddenly as they appeared,
they’re gone – a cloud of black against the grey.
 
 

Siobhan
2/16/2010


Pins and Needles
 
Her aggravation penetrates the world
around her, denial an easy trip.
Heart racing, breath quick, emotions running
in a perpetual state – confusion –
she reaches out, steadies
herself on a cold wall – reality.
 
Not always her friend yet ever mindful
of the need to wake her from fantasies,
it shakes her from the escape. Memory
clouded behind the snow, tossed by the wind,
elicits warmth along with prickly pain;
a sleeping limb full of pins and needles.
 
On these mornings she wants to run away,
back to yesterday, when she didn’t know.
 
 
Siobhan
02/09/10


Pieces of Life Left
 
Gentle as midnight snow fall, finger tips drift down to
bare her shoulders, cool beneath blanket’s warm covering.
His touch ignites embers banked in the cold of alone;
she feels a stir of the unfamiliar – desire.
 
Streetlights filter through cream and moss curtains, exposing
lovers and their explorations into the unknown;
at once tentative and bold, they adjust to new light,
allow the darkness to evaporate with their fears.
 
Drunk on the passion of kisses rather than champagne,
the New Year is born and untouched possibility
reveals itself in the full moon, offering them both
a chance to begin – and end – those pieces of life left.

Siobhan
12/31/09


Snow Angel
 
Spreading her limbs, she is a snow angel
beneath the willow. Each crystal creates
a new pattern on her nakedness; clings
to the tip of breast and fullness of thigh.
The wide arc of her arms expands her wings;
the motion of her legs, straightens her skirt.
 
Winter’s breath, carried to her across fields,
kisses away the cold to warm her skin
from pale to rose, leaves her heavy with sleep.
Ice-curled branches dip, encircle her
bed of white with a lover’s tender touch.
Ready to take flight, her eyes close, lips part,
and with an exhalation, she soars high
above the ground; silhouette left below.

 
Siobhan
12/30/09


Late Snow

Wind snaps around the corner, sings through panes;
scares off visitors unnerved by these heights
and sounds. Scattered across the window, late
snow and sleet chills the room, it makes me want
the warmth of covers and couch, pillows – bed.

Whispers skate in on the bluster. Taunt me,
recall the scent of lavender caress,
patchouli’s passionate kiss from last night
in dreams as clear as full moon midnight sky,
wishing for a midsummer evening.

Rattling glass returns me to desktop,
the glare of computer screen and humming
voices beyond my door wasting away
the day in waiting …for sunshine…for you.

© Siobhan
04-06-09