Phase change

A Colorado Mountain poem

Standing in snow,
     Mother's frozen tears
fall into my eyes.

Melting on my face —
     becoming tears again,
as a lone black-billed magpie
     darts away —
leaving the sound of falling snow.

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I’m trying some nature poetry. I spent a few days in the Colorado Rockies and I do enjoy the winter here. Robert Bly in Sleepers Joining Hands starts off the book with “Six Winter Privacy Poems.” Robert Bly lived in Minnesota and while I’ve never spent much time there I can attest that deep winter does provide a great deal of privacy.

I’ve spent a lifetime in the military and a second lifetime in technology, this third lifetime I’m trying to focus on poetry and sound. I’m not sure where I’m going exactly, but if you are reading this, please know that I am very thankful for your attention and being on this journey with me.