Gold black, black, gold, bold, golden strobe lights speed past
sunlit Winter woods; meditative action.
I am motion meditation braced for holiday,
consigned to spend overmuch and uselessly.
Then the night arrives, a dark railroad train,
black, large, a cacophony of plaintive screams, wind-hiss, clacks…
Night, sudden, a swift Winter train, black car after black car,
deep black, clack, looming, restless, long…
before peace and silence come with a shock.
Peace and silence can often come
When above there’s wheeling points of distant crisp clear lights,
so,
it is well to look up in a Winter night
when all becomes past tense to this landscape of pure white,
a landscape now my own renewed spiritual linen…
Yes, all is past tense now to this New Year’s canvas
filled with positive possibility…