Icy Gardens

I watch as green gardens are coated with icy snow and reflect on the pure impermanence of it all. For just a small while this green will be cradled in it`s snowy grave, a frozen memory of an eternal season.. when someone thought this would last forever, someone thought they would last forever, and someone else still counted the falling petals, thinking how time stretches deep. But sometimes time jumps our bones,the cold shocks our warm bronze beings and we shiver with it’s cryptic foreshadowing. Winnipeg warriors have not yet earned their spurs, or donned brick heavy sorrels. I think of this all, watching the snow swirl around cozy street lights, and smile a little smile because our cycles still reflect clocks more than ourselves, night lights more than our dear stars, and digital agendas more than our moon. What a surprise this tropical blizzard. Not feeling like revolting much less moving, I just keep sighing, watching as seasons change before my eyes, saying to myself that tonight at least, i choose to embrace this unexpected, to welcome the snowmen, to frolick with each frisky flake and make love to the winter winds.