Bittersweet Blindside

Overhead dim heaviness

hunkers handsomely draped

around hilly shoulders

all the land white wedding

ready, sparkling and pristine

no sharp edges today

all rounded corners

all dampened and silenced

no point in fighting it

something seeps into

soul system and weeping

would be right at a time like this

but all is static and dry

silently falling hope fleeing

like the dwindling woodpile

unnamable everything both

OK and all wrong

not OK and not all wrong

what does this blindside see

that lies without form or distinction

so silently covered in this

beautiful bittersweet moment

that lingers in the atmosphere

like the sultry wood smoke layering

its dusky hues in the

sparkling relief?

February 2, 2011