Winter Walk Poem by Thomas Plotz

On the last day of December, was the
First hard cold snap, after a rainy day,

With grey blues, heavens of translucent light,
Bright and illuminated,

At the same time,

The ground froze so… incredibly inflexible,
Mud, turf, gravel,
Crunch under foot

Snow gently covers, still green moss,
Kept lush, from the warm December historical temps…

No wind, or critters, rushing to gather strength
Brushing past some other brave souls walking here,
Seeing the crunch marks, on path,
Scrunch into frozen tundra,

Scribbled my name on a piece of wood, and noted the date
Wrote it down, in the same place last season, plight
Then watch it, twist slowly fade, as I past the same spot,
Time and time again, checking my grade

Hoping to hold, you
My memories of you,
I promise not to, promise, any longer, dear

God, I love' it, when you look in my eyes…
Singing morning lullabies…
Then, I close mine eyes, and remembered…

Walked to the trickling creek,
Listened to her talk, with a
Babbling hush…

Stood in awe, in the serenity and peacefulness,
Frozen breath exhaled… wisps of crystals under wing,
Closed my eyes, and heard her sing…

Turned, slowly walking out,
Calling your name,

I LOVE YOU
LOVE

T. Plotz
Winter Walk
1 JAN 2016

For the Girl I talked too yesterday, on the last day of December.