In a Fog

Original painting by Jason Weaver, 2016

Original painting by Jason Weaver, 2016

A fog of cool, white
winter-wet clouds curled across
the landscape in long, low wisps
and settled in at a wooded edge.

Here within I was
(pleasantly surprised) to find
a sudden, simple clarity of mind,
cocooned in a butter-balm of calm
a world-away from the
intrusive
incessant
cacophany of clutter,
far from the voice
of white-noise news and views.

Unbound of ego and need,
unchained to doubt and fear,
I frolicked free amid the trees,
climbing, swinging,
dancing ’round arm-in-arm,
playing hide-and-go-seek and
sparring like sword-wielding warriors
with rampant abandon,
falling to the ground
hand-in-hand
in heaps of laughter and shouts!
Never shall I forget!

——–

A fog of cool, white
winter-wet clouds curled across
the landscape in long, low wisps
and settled in to free me.

by Jason Weaver, 2016

Original painting, Trees and Fog (2016) by Jason Weaver, (acrylic on canvas, 70×100 cm).  Dedicated to my dear friend Magaly Haasper. You showed me how to believe in myself, never shall I forget!

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Winter

winter trees

Winter has settled in
air brisk and deep
I keep numbed fingers warm
by the wood stove
a black, cast-iron comfort
in the drafty quarters
of nightfall
imbibing a tea, kept near-boil
in a stove-top kettle
the cup between my hands
and pressed to my lower lip.

The final logs of the night afire
they expire in a heap of charred embers
aglow in the finest hues of vibrant orange
and red, my gaze transfixed
on a lonely dancing flame
giving pause of gratitude
for the many friends who populate
my waking dreams,
their echoes of laughter dissipate
to a hum of shared solitude
radiant in love.

As the embers fade to cool,
the memories vanish leaving only
a room silent, still, with winter’s chill at my back
and teapot poured dry
languid eyes, I
embrace the night’s
imminent cold tendrils of
deliciousness.

I have been here before.

Coals disintegrated, I am beckoned
to the bed, to prepare
once more to die another death
burning the old self
until all that remains are
the ashes of yesterday.
I relish one last breath
and perish into the dark.