come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
somewhere a flake of white snow fell
it touched upon my heart and melted
I could not tell if it was my heart or the snow
Its curious eyes stared into my soul
I could only reply in bare honesty.
I hope to tell my life story
all of its flaws and meanings
and I want to listen to it
where it came from
and what it has seen.
it would be a good long night
listening to stories.
10.4.2023
I remember the four seasons in that house.
in the summer, I can see the dark blue sky
through a sun window tilted diagonally.
I’d lay on the bed, reading William Matthews.
in the fall, I can pick a dried brown leaf
of a chestnut tree & make a wish
for a magical season to begin.
in the winter, I can see the back yard,
now piling up with thick, soft snow,
through kitchen window
as I wash bowls that had dumpling soups.
in the spring, I would stare at sunset,
glistening in a silent glorious opera
through budding green tree leaves
as I finish packing boxes.
the squeaking sound of wooden floors,
the table of vynil record player,
and the bottle of wine.
I remember the scent of the moment.
5.12.2023
I walked through a dark empty silent road
as heavy snow fell from dark winter night sky
I remember the seething anger I bore
but not what I was angry for
too proud to make a scene, I walked in silence
hoping the road has long enough distance
to walk the talk in my head
listening to white snow crunching under the feet
4.25.2022
the ice floated across the river;
for a while it lingered
momentarily as if it was dreaming
in the middle of the desert swimming
through thousands and millions of grains
of white snow flakes waiting to melt in rain;
but, for now, it’s calmly glaring into the sky
counting its blessings, staring into the eye
of the sunset,
the inevitable end.
2.1.2022
yes, let it snow,
though it may melt
let them sow
what will be met
with ultimate virtue
of serving the multitude
1.28.2022
across a blindingly white field of snow
I set out to march through them slow
yet steady, heaving waves and rows
of snow, making a way to meet somehow
again
breath is rugged out of cold,
arms and legs are about to give out,
but my mind is clear as the glaring sun
beaming through all paving the way
10.12.2021
Ralph with Coffee 