I See

through my apartment window:

roiling clouds highlight

the flow of a December storm,

snow sweeping over leftover leaves.

It seems just yesterday

October’s flavour

stoked my imagination.

The radio blares: Afghanistan

pull-out of US troops,

bombs and bullets remain

in Baghdad.

Searching for an aspirin

to take away the pain

I spot a chickadee’s peaceful flit;

feeders on my porch.

Yesterday the park was wanting

for summer dress. Branches

in limbo. Sometimes the

day a tormenter

and I feel trapped inside stares

from changing seasons.

Go sodden sky. Away 

to the furthest edge of winter storm.

Disappear anguish. I can accept

a spirit of Christmas, children

melting into laughter

then morph

inside giggly beings, anxious

to showcase exuberant innocence.

All I wish for is a slice 

of life’s discerning moments

before worry

turns to pain. From shine

to rust, then circle back again.