Holland
in Winter
Pines with
mossy heads
glazed in draping dew
where ocean waves
of dreamy mist
and dampened days
cast upon the forest floor
a scattering of jewels.
New life
strives
to break the frosty shell
sucking up the musty earth
in brief gray light
while beasts and humans
huddle warm and bored
in fermented thoughts and smells.
In fire lit
and cozy dens
surrounded by relics of warmer times
and memories of pleasures spent
of spicy treats and steamy brews
with families past and ever-present
occupying sacred spots
making home a friendly shrine.
Islands in
a sodden land
guarding dreams of spring
where barriers gay and brave
resist the muddy floods
while senses hunger for the light
at tables fit with clean white lace
and bright bouquets and porcelain.
© 2002 Richard Sidy
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