More Winter Poems: of Minnesota

1) December DaysHer throat, breathing out cloudbanks...
(In Minnesota)Breathing out cloudbanks of carbon-dioxide-;
The sky, defused with a pale cold mist, it putsSoon she'll walkthrough these doors
on-.A smile on her face, a huge and a kiss...
The Sun peeks -up, as it rides Libra, proudly,A chilled wind, still on her cheeks, adjusting to the
down.Warm air of the café...woops, here she
The birds don't sing at dawn (anymore)-gonecomes
south.(7:15 PM), "Coffee or tea," I say...
The white pure snows cover all (liken to glistening(she's just smiling).
flow'rs.)#957/ 12-10-05 Dedicated to Rosa
Precious are those longing moments of earlyPeñaloza-Siluk
hours-;3) Cold Spell
Youthful barbs singing, chanting, in the back of my[In Minnesota]
head:While the snow smothers the hazy winter ice,
Celebrating winter's cold days ahead.I stay up watching by the window until midnight
#958 12/11/06What else can I do...there must be something!
2) Waiting at the Café-bookstoreMy loving wife is fast asleep! Half the night
(Minnesota Winter)Around my computer I write, think: how long
The moon seems to be frozen in the EasternHow long, will this cold spell last!...
sky,#952 12/9/05
High over head, in the dead of winter4) Winter Edges
Sitting in this Café waiting for my wife-The air is fogy. It is early winter
The snowy events of Minnesota, sees from itsThe moon is passing through my body.
placeThat which made it misty is gone.
In the heavenly sky (not so far from my home),(At 6:30 PM, everything is dark;at 9:00 PM, Ill be
Sees-my wife leave the Post Office...gone.)
In this cloudless cold night, waiting on the bus-stopWinter is going to sleep I think,
(s)Waiting for morning, Eastward, bound.
High overhead wisps cold and frost, againstThat which made it misty is gone.