Winter is Blazing

Winter looms over Milwaukee with snow, leafless trees, muffled gray silence and cold.
At times I feel that only I venture out... We all shut ourselves within our hooded woolen coats. Go away! We say!

Prospect Avenue carries few prospective dreams these cold days. Just salty cars and dodged potholes.

Lake Michigan sheds a trail of ice tears... tearing away... Leaving the harbor don't come back never a day.

The trees know better. Their roots bury low and radiate the remnants of summer sun heat. They know not of indoor days of home bound cabin fever. They face the sub degree breeze with no shivers.

Footprints in snow merely wander.

February's Full Moon

Hello mystery moon
Full moon Matrix Moon
You share only one side of you.
I want to know your dark side
i view you with one eye
some say you're too large to be in our earth's orbit
what's your secret?
who threw you into this path?
what projections do you project ?
and yet.

I salute my wine to you
and pray to be blessed.
full moon new moon
waning waxing moon.
I will bathe in your glow
dance naked to show
the glory of my ignorance for you
luna solita
moon.

La Casa de la Bruja (The Witch's House)

After Anabelle's school, we would walk to a cafe.
She would enjoy her jugo de mora.
I would have my double espresso.
Across the street, on a corner is this home.
Untouched for years.
La Casa de la Bruja
they call it

I am intrigued by the neglect of the home and the grandeur it may have once held
I think of the woman who still lives there
alone... staring out onto the changing world around her

The house is ignored and feared

I think of Miss Havisham... in her Bridal Gown
did this 'witch' have the same outcome?

Blessed be the lady
tip toe
bare feet
blessed be her dreams
lost in memory like the seeds blown
past this street
blown down down to the valley
and burried

Back in Brew Town

I've Returned
to fresh cold air
snow
boots
down feather coats

I've returned
to snow crunching steps
salt sided cars
sunless days

I've returned to snow days
cold toes
toasty homes

I'm not a fan of cold
yet. it reminds me I'm home