Sanu's Space

  Snowflakes settled on an eyelash,  Wind and branches feel like a whiplash.   A blizzard is coming in, welcoming winter,  Time for warm indoor cheer and Christmas fur.   Pine trees covered in frosty snow,  As the chilly winds pick up and start to blow.    On mountain slopes a white dusty ice carpet,  Birds, bees and bears ready for the winter with all their grit.   An old, wooden chalet with lights on the top,  Liquid rainbow hung from its edge frozen into a drop.   Narrow wooden pathway leading upwards wound,  With a white picket fence zigzagged around.   Faint sun rays gliding across a flawless frozen lake,  Setting the stage for more beauty that nature can make.   Soft, hazy setting sun near horizon’s gate,  Raising hopes plunging into quiet evenings, our fate.   From dawn to dusk in this silent season, as days collide,  By mother nature’s laws all must a...

  Plucked from a basket one morning crisp, With new hope and off to a bright new trip. Carried away in hands that were icy, To a dubious fate that just got dicey.  Loosely Pinned into her shiny auburn knot, As the tanguera in the mirror her watchful gaze sought. Out onto the floor with a dusky yellow light, A Spanish melody strummed into the the night. Silent chamber as the symphonies soar, Feet slink with expertise to the tango lure. The rose pulled out and caught between his lips,  Steady there through all the turns, whirls and dips. Then tucking it into the rim of his sombrero,  Moving around in the late evening glow. Performance over, thundering claps all around, Until at last slipped free and peacefully lay on the cold hard ground. A fulfilling life thought to be coming to a fleeting end,  Until picked up by a gentle hand of a sweeper friend. - San