with a blast from the past old Man Winter’s next die is cast
he drives it home in style-a long while-now a broken down old ride
still with pride he does not hide-beat from the street old from spacetime
OLD-like the pressure to conform to the cold chill of contrived warmth-like a video hearth fire…
….December is a feeling, a notion of PEACE laced in clean white dreams; the filthy heat is hidden from the street. It is Christmas, Hanukkah, it is Festivus en-trance. December reminds of how all life can be FROZEN in time, yet WE still ride the wind, from lifes season to season, hearing the resounding music of the spheres. Life is NOW to maintain dormancy of lifeforce itself, devoid of all external illusion.
It will be my pleasure….
Rainbow Lightning Woman ©