Hearts and Flowers for Valentine's Day
Hearts and Flowers
It is a frosty February morning. Some where between Chinese New Year and Valentine's Day.
And the moon grows fat and white on a diet of fresh snow.
And preparations are made for the day of illumination: The Lantern Festival.
Frost Flowers
Frost flowers on windows panes on misty Monday mornings
The last gasp of winter.
She is a stranger here.
Both beautiful and terrible.
Standing on Razor Blades
Gliding across her icy face on steel blades
Stumbling now and then
Cut deep into the bloodless frozen pool
Twirling like a whirling snowflake
Dawn like a Flaming Sword
Riding through the electric blue predawn on a sleek train
through the cold and dark
Dawn comes like surprise
Rising, burning, revealing
Rainbow Tiers
Long, Slow Songs
Twilight in the time between suns.
Illuminated from above by ghostly, ethereal light.
Flash over damp pavement and swiftly running muddy creeks.
Fluttering flags in a good stiff breeze.
In the world between storms
In some secret way that only our driver knows.
Dawn comes to a faded sky.
Dark night bird soars over a dimly lit dwelling
Dark and tattered remnants of storems
shamble past the horizon.
A forest of street lamps mark a parking lot.
A city shrouded in mist.