February 10, 2015

SNOW  IN  FEBRUARY 

Some nights slide in like falling snow,

so quietly – so silently – covering

the ground all around our house.

Later on while standing there looking out

into a white wonderland from my 11:55

P.M. window – I realize this is much of my life –

layer upon layer of falling moments, falling
memories… whatever color memories are: 
white, black, blue, red, bright yellow happenings. 
Life. The winter of my life. But there is Spring.

Then getting under the covers as I drift off

into the wonderland called sleep … moving
into images and dreams – into the mysteries 
of the long night - into the uncontrollable.

Then the realism of the morning alarm,

waking up and looking out my 6:45 A.M.

window – seeing, reading, looking at

poetry, poetry everywhere, a new day.

Then I have the morning rush - shower,

Cheerios, coffee, push some snow off my car, 

then wince my nose, then the pause while

driving,  wondering about the narrow schedule

called February – called getting to March.

© Andy Costello,

Reflections by the Bay, 2015