"Snowfall Observations"

 "Snowfall Observations"

Greg Budig 2021

Ice crystals 

turn the afternoon 

into morning. 

Clusters of delicate 

ice patterns fall.

An atmosphere created 

of silence and memories.

I close my eyes and 

become part of it all. 

Transfixed by the 

rhythmic white patterns.

Mesmerized I follow 

the hypnotists chain.

Lulled into a peaceful 

childlike slumber. 

Remembering what 

it means to feel 

peaceful again. 

A sterile white 

contrast against the 

twisted black branches. 

Softening the edges of 

the sharp granite stones. 

Filling in the sidewalk 

that circles the block. 

Covering the roof of each

neighborhood home. 

Sitting in my chair I 

gaze through the glass. 

Window cracked slightly 

to let in the cool air. 

It smells of snow 

and lightly sweet 

wood smoke. 

I can close my eyes 

and see myself there. 

The End 

"Lights in the Darkness"

 

"Lights in the Darkness"

Greg Budig 2021

Candles glow against

the white lace patterns. 

Frost has formed on the 

smooth window panes.

The winter solstice arrived

without any notice. 

It is the dead of winter 

and rightly so. 

A season of lights 

has evolved from 

this darkness. 

Strung from the rooftops 

and evergreen boughs, 

multicolored illuminations 

surrounding the windows. 

Keeping the chill away. 

All are asleep as you 

sit by your window. 

In the early black morning 

you set a candle ablaze. 

You stare all alone in into 

the snow covered darkness,

until you see down the 

street, another candle is born.

The emptiness of the night 

stares through the window,

leaving you to wonder

if the sun will return. 

Huddled together we 

hold hope in our hearts.

Looking for lights 

in the darkness outside. 

The End