Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Impermanence

Impermanence
©January 8th, 2016

By Vijaya Sundaram


So, it snowed yesterday, and winter came in
Furred and booted, and full of fierce winds
Within, pizza baked, and root vegetables roasted.

We watched from within the warmth
Of home, cluttered and messy and bright
As the snow drifted endlessly down, dream-like, dusty.

Now, Holly leaps in a field of white
And returns, with snow-hardened spaces
Between the pads of her paws.

Patiently, she stands, as I bend down,
Excavate each glob of tight-packed snow,
And rub her cold, cold pads.

Her nose is white, too, snow-encrusted
And her eyes look bright and puppy-ish
As she awaits the end of my ministrations.

The backyard is a small wilderness now
And the first reluctance to step outside
Melts away with the powdery essence of winter.

Blue-white shadows vie with sunlight
As the day lengthens into afternoon, but for now
Blue skies spill down light and lack of warmth.

Cold winter gives way to warm days, then
Returns, like a revolving door,
Slamming me in the face.

Every moment of my life goes by thus
Captured like icicles that glitter in daylight
Permanent in the moment.
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