Nature's Way

Dear Congressman,

Hopefully you are hunkered down somewhere in DC riding out the same weather system that is currently distributing copious amounts of frozen precipitation over your constituents. It was all rain in the metro area for the majority of the day before being a cold front redefined the rules of weather and brought the white death to our door steps.

So in honor of this moment, I scratched out another boring poem.

Try to stay awake this time....

I open the door to study the night
and the cold hits me hard ... and soft
as the silent way of nature's path
carves a loud scar in the sky

I try to suck it all in
the wet and the cold and the stillness and the calm
but the dryness and heat and the noise and activity
relieve me of my need for civility

So I scream at the heavens
and venture into the white
with little to lose
and much to invite

My senses excited
but my mind in a blur
I approach life decisions
to again just defer

the choices, elections, desires and craves
upon which existence sits still and behaves

I envision sherry and too many mince pies
I dream of a peacefulness not entangled with lies

I see war not declared
and peace run abounds

I hear words of sincerity
and ignore threats of despair

but my abode yonder beckons
to bring me inside
to relieve my anxieties
and restore my tattered pride

the door is now closing
the silent disappears
the path of nature's way
has now become clear