Freeze Frame Memories
A photo of frosted feathers
My car's window has captured
Freeze frame memories.
Elsa and Anna it's not your time.
Bitter fair weathered frenzy.
See the windshield wiper blade unmoved?
Brr. Snow art. Abstract or concrete?
Glass is it cracked or crystallized?
Amazed eyes behold the beauty
ice flowers patterned sweet.
Brr. Will Safelite repair, Safelite replace
Silver uniqueness of the winter's
Bitter bone chilling cold
Felt from a beanie covered head,
Rugged huge hooded parka,
with boot wearing feet and toes?
Freeze frame memories
may be a car carrying corpse
seated upright and ice laden
gloved hands possessing a cellphone.
The poetry of nature
or is it nature of poetry
Sea/See within my grasp?
Baked sunlight and sweet seasonal
time did not lapse.
Yes, we did enjoy the
intrigue of the land:
a clear blue-sky canvas,
the Sea of Cortez Ocean
tree leaves, limbs, and sticks
under my booted feet
a discovery of
a white small, shaped snail shell.
A tree trunk boasts
sea tree like moss
towering independently.
A green horseshoe and coiled brown
wooden sea snake or eel of wizardry
not hissing or hidden I recall.
Two five pale yellow pedaled buds
on a branch with ornamental gray dolphins.
The bittersweet biting wind taunts
my face. I want to envelop more
wishing to show and tell my late queen mom
about the floral green frond
from a childhood memory
and the yellow rays open it
a leafy starfish.
Winter leaves crack and crackle
clasped in my vintage and ample hands
becomes a 52-card pickup game
tossed and crispy nonedible salad
in the midst of fall.
Sea/See Poetry of Nature
is swimmingly having a ball.
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