480. Go

You try to meet me half-way,

But I’m not there. I’m all the way.

Too far away. Who would go?

You can’t reach me.

You can not know.

You try to meet me half-way,

But I’m not there. I’m all the way.

Time rode away so long ago.

The sun, it set,

Then came the snow.

You try to meet me half-way,

But I’m not there. I’m all the way.

Gone. Frozen in time…afar.

I can not move,

To where you are.

You try to meet me half-way,

But I’m not there. I’m all the way.

Too far away. Who would go,

To where I am?

With other places to go?

Life stops for no one, so I hope you know.

I don’t want you to stay.

I want you to go.

K. Aldaya, 5/31/19

Picture: By: James Hammond on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/alflch2BrgM

116. Snow Song

Sing me the snow song,

The song of the snow;

Of glittering white powder,

That all fairies know,

Send smiles with each snowflake,

Ah, good for all mens sake.

So sing me the snow song,

The song of the snow;

Of fantastical snow-lands,

That all creatures know,

Are always here with us,

In ‘mag’nations aglow—

O’ let it snow!

K. Aldaya, 1/27/05

Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://tribepk.com/20-beautiful-hd-wallpapers-of-snowfall/garden-view-beautiful-hd-wallpapers-of-snowfall

100. Winters’ Entrance

Leaves in the autumn breeze float, flip, and turn.

Soon will come winters’ freeze,

Snow and cold earn.

End of these colored-days,

Blank branches show.

A leaf slowly fade-aways,

And soon there is snow!

K. Aldaya, 11/08/04

Picture: “Snow Around Billericay” by Rhea Fowler; http://blog.dormify.com/style-notes/easy-winter-decorations/attachment/snow-around-billericay-676029

37. Far From the Firelight

She sat by the windowsill late one night; it was in full winter and the room lit by firelight.

The snow was falling gently to the ground, glistening magically with crisp moons’-light abound.

Not a sound could be heard but winds’ dance, against the glass she gazed through, in a trance.

The warmth cast from the fire she barely felt at all. It was the wintery night scene which to her heart did call.

The crackle of the firewood and flickering of the blaze were distant and foreign now amidst her window gaze.

She felt nothing but the emptiness of her soul, which made her wish for the fire that had once made her feel whole.

A slight movement of her hand allowed the winds to enter, cutting off the tiny bit of warmth the fire had sent her.

Now all was silent and motionless but the falling snow, so she climbed out into it, and the skies’ scattered glow.

She ran out to where the moons’-light hit the ground best. She felt not the snow nor the cold air from the west.

There she laid herself on the white earth, until he felt the warmth she knew to be priceless in worth.

There she dwells ever still in that place so right, where warmth was given to her soul far from the firelight.

K. Aldaya, 9/21/03

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_eqYkvg-kuo/UHrEVXZRDOI/AAAAAAAAFXU/bYdZ5VuJRBM/s1600/Girl+at+Window.jpg