Shadows deepen now
as the Sun must
Hoist itself
Over the hill.
My ritual
Defined
Across the pond
Where a Swath
of Morning Light
Awaits me.
Kelly Salasin
Homecoming
I race toward the
Ocean
Under a cotton candy
Sky.
The Kids try
to keep up.
Sand Sweeps
across our path
like Fog.
I bend to touch
the Sea
like Holy Water.
Then
Turn away
Pressing it
to my
Tongue.
Kelly Salasin, November 2009
Early December
Wake to
Icy cold
this morning.
Winter
is setting
her roots.
Kelly Salasin, 2009
December Thaw
The frothy
Snow
Atop the pond
is Fog like~
a Swirl of Cream
Into coffee,
with an unusual
Tinge
of Hen’s Egg Green,
As if a child
was Experimenting
in his kitchen sink,
Playing with
temperature
and
frozen sky
and
Dreams
of Winters
Deep.
Kelly Salasin, 2009
Day’s End
Afternoon, and
no Shadows on
the Road~
Everything LIGHT
with WHITE.
Mother Nature
tidies
our world
with a blanket of snow
Quieting
every
sound…
Kelly Salasin, 2009
This Vermont Life 