Notes on Anticipation

I’m going to try my poetic best with this.  I’ve split my notes into “movements,” which signify a new day/window.

Snow powdered branches extend into

A field softened by silent snowfall

Disappearing into a tangle of branches

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This world waits behind a window, untouched by the rustling humans within

Unsung, the bird feeder empty and

The trees exhale, the only observers in the stillness.

Footprints: the stillness has been broken, the secret has been spoken

The footprints stop at the heel of a man, rolling the snow

A bird appears

A woman rolls more snow as a snowman waits to be born.

A cardinal looks on

While a faceless snowman ponders the personality he will have

The cardinal looks right

And passes authority to the fully realized snowman.

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White lace frames the start of another winter day behind the window

The cat marks an indefinite moment when neither he nor the snowman questioned the other’s existence

The trees extend their fingers to the sky

And a bird welcomes the day at the birdfeeder

But today is not the same- green pine needles hint at winter’s end

The snowman begins to crumble under the pressure

A patch of green competes with the slouching figure

The ground below shakes off the snow

His spindly arms carry the weight of his collapsing

And the birds’ feet bid him farewell

As the guardian of winter seeps into the pool of-

-delicate white flowers,

and the stillness of summer

The sunlight peeking through the canopy of leaves

Melts into a sunset over a once barren field

The yellow of the setting sun burns holes into a solitary leaf, orange with autumn

Nothing gold can stay, but the cycle does remain