January-winter-tears

my cousin Joel is having a winter-spring...
http://thelowercaseblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/of-january-winter-springs.html

but I am having this:


Stinging, frozen, wintertears,
sharply shatter lilyleaves.
White and Old,
Pale and Gold.
my thoughts are far too sharp to hold.

Put them in a classy box,
watch them with your glassy eyes.
Your cloudy castles crystalize.

Oh! That I would softdissolve,
into a bucket that holds a whale.
I'd listen to the sailor's tale,
and help the insects parasail.

Till then, my arms are branches bare,
under the sunlight's chilly stare.
My roots are deep,
the hills are steep,
my heart is still a rebel's keep.



Crystal Trees

Issues....................................

Does is bother anyone else that when ever there is salsa, there are no chips. And whenever there are chips, there is no salsa?

It's the bane of this household.



Mine looks like this every time.
but mostly not.



Winter is a drag these days.

On the back of a whale in the wild seas,
I'm late for a wedding in Hawaii.
My dress is sewn from flowers and turf,
and the vows will be quick so we all can surf.