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Frost and desolation

Frost and desolation... Written 10-24-04 By M. Aaron Hein.

Desolation amongst the city, and the impending ‘warmth’ of the holiday season...it is a beckoning spirit to those whom live under certain auspices, but to the foreigner, more of a distant wish, a metaphor for something vaguely known through image and one’s own traditions.

wondering through such frigid inclement
wisps of thick steam gushing from the cracks amongst the icy, ruptured pavement
of the jutting, meteoric city, fading into the open skies
as sporadic lights of the environs illuminate the air,
I approach and gaze into the skies towards the heavens
the lights and cosmos

so

widespread and sporadic
infinitestinmal
so drawn and nearly endless
it casts me in awe, in wonder, as with a shiver
I take a quick breath, close my eyes, and continue my
brisk foray, searching for that certain something
those distant memories of the holidays long back
of redolent spice, sweet scents and cheer
celebrations of benevolence that seem more a travesty

than reality

unattainable but in memory, encased amongst the
windows and galleys
distant to those
wandering in my transition....
whom cast prints amongst the silver,

I walk in solidarity
through the venues, from amber light to amber light,
the essence of coffee and sweets so far off now, distant

suppressed

I trudge through that
velvet walkway of frost
which like a thick carpet, thrown upon the city, cascades amongst the
sidewalks and thoroughfares
adorning the hedges, fountains and landmarks with winter’s signature veil
a testament to the wonders of the season’s encroachment
and itself a veil to those
whom stand and wander

amongst the desolation

adrift amongst personal thoughts of memory and wishes
as the nuanced sirens barely audible amongst the winds which
howl and whip amongst the alleyways,
kicking up, then dying amongst its short lived tenure,
much like my thoughts, feathers ruffled and scattered

cast into the skies, adrift, and uncertain

fin...
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