Ohio Winter #1-4

Ohio Winter # 1

Roots are rare these days

Rather I surf on a cloud of dust 

        Made by retreating feet

Away, away…

Somehow furtive, sometimes free

I still run, searching for what  I used to know.

Then, a memory--- 

    I long for place

        I seek for Real

            I need to deep-dive through that warm Abyss

    Who sees

Who knows

even me.

Ohio Winter #2

Snow swirls down to a timely death --- perhaps

A living cross of flakes that take their place 

not random 

on cold ground.

There’s no sound in snow

    Save a squeaking step.

Eternal winters past

    Also speak, whispered on the wind

        Of an older time, faint,

Long gone, that echoes in the simple, single wisps

of snow-white beauty.

Changing state to wet the earth, 

invisible to sight, living only in a moment.

There is no limit, it seems, to this fall—

Hard to see now.

No compass these frozen bits use, 

slaves to the centrifugal wind, victims of a tragic end.

Ohio Winter #3

Yet--- 

Somehow I remember a better-bitter time,

    Of days long past, forgotten nearly

Days of pain and loss, of colden frozen days devoid of love.

This is my life---or was.

This is the space between, where heroes hide and 

flurries touch and nowhere is there safety --- nowhere.

I remember.

Alone, Afraid. Askance.

Snow-grey sky so low to touch, so deeply masking sun and stars that riot just beyond…

Light is flat now, and clouds move too fast going somewhere out to sea.

Can I go?

How does one ride a cloud?

Show me.

Ohio Winter #4

Air that burns in gulps by moving

Refreshes too the mover

Transparent beauty freeing time

Keeping clouds at bay with whitened, shining blue.

Tangy breeze gives life with lightened strokes

Makes glad the soul releasing bits of joy long drowned in pain.

While birds surf gladly in the sunny vortex, smiling, surely

seeking perfect equipoise

Higher sky grants space for dreams to dart and bend and, basking in the sun, 

take flight to God…

O great Beauty, greater Light

Keeper of the stillness where mortal dreams are born

Translating now eternal hope from earthly spheres 

where winter laughs ‘til sunset-cold darkness, 

humming all to life with blissful sprays of love.

Thomas Argersinger   Mar 2018