The Sound of Moonlight in Winter

winterBlue Moonlight by const7
winterBlue Moonlight
by const7

The Sound of Moonlight in Winter

In the crisp, cold air under pale moonlight,
I hear your cries through the long, dark night.
Screeching screaming snowblind fright
hallowed by holy dreams of flight
for the children that you left behind,
for the lover waiting down the aisle,
for the furry angels at home alone,
for the grace of God to you now known,
for all the friends and family ties
that forever to that day will bind
thoughts of missing who you were
to memories of a time obscured.

And I still hear you calling out
every night my fate is dealt
in nightmares by Orion’s Belt
the moonlight singing, words unspelt.
Echoes lonely though you cry
a misty rain from heaven’s high
it’s cold and snowfall taps my eyes
I want to see you one last time


Thunder pounds inside my chest
I try to lie in peace-like rest
with tunnel vision from the past
to future-forward days at last
I reckon, beckon to a shadow’s ride
the night the snow whispered you’d died.
The sound, that sound, moonlight in Winter
haunts my restless soul in ember
to turn and walk away
from ghosts and dreams and childish play…

I pray

to silence those frozen beams of light.

© LTM 09/15/14

2014 APRIL PAD CHALLENGE DAY 1: “Changing of the Guards”

Flowers springing up in my yard.
Flowers springing up in my yard.

Changing of the Guards

Warmer days,
coolish nights;
colors new,
bold and bright.

Ice and snow
melted, gone.
Rain pouring
songs along.

birds return
from southern skies.

Frigid nights
buried deep;
winter’s memory
falls to sleep.

Sunny winds,
greens growing-
spring’s rebirth
all bestowing.

© LTM 04/01/2014

Dead of Winter

Dead of Winter by revande
Dead of Winter
by revande

Dead of Winter

School’s out
flakes are falling
each a different glow
blowing on the wind
drifting in the cold
sprinkles on the earth
like sugar cookie dough
before the summer bake
snow cream for tomorrow
after collecting in a bowl
the frozen tears of heaven
for joy and sorrow
look the same
snow-blind in the mirror
the element of water
a trip into the past
youth will grow the future
with a present yet unknown
but known in hindsight
as don’t let go
don’t go

I used to love the snow…

© 1/16/14