01 December, 2016

Quiet Time

Morning is the place I go when
silence settles like the first snowflake
on the still green grass that breaks
its fall.

In the mind's eye I hear
its deafening fall,
a shroud of quiet surrounds me
and lends a sense of well-being.

In this moment the world is new,
there is no disturbance
to affect the delicate senses
of my mind.

Quiet time Is my third place; solitude is my home.

Copyright Denise A White

25 November, 2016

Winter Came Today

Winter came today
geese flew in formation
a salutation to the storm
brewing in the southwest

A white out, blizzard
not because of the light snow
but winds gusted to pick it from the ground
covered birch, oak, pine branches, caused drifts

Windswept with white paint
the landscape a silent vision
went undisturbed in twilight hours
a testimonial to the truth of the north

We came over the horizon and wept.

Copyright Denise A White

19 November, 2016

Frozen In Time

Wind running its fingers
around me,
through me,
under me.

I feel an infinity for its' breadth.

The chill sends pebbbles
through my skin,
up my spine,
to my toes.

I find solace in her natural energy.

Whipping snow everywhere,
blinding my eyes,
until large droplets run freely
down my cheek,

I shiver at the sharpness of her tongue.

Allowed to expierence
this force of nature,
upon my inner sanctum,
I stand frozen in time.

I bend to her will.

Copyright Denise A White

12 November, 2016


Scramble up the rocks
to get an informed view,
chaos happens below.

The butterfly effect
determines how they
will act in this crisis.

Stimulated by actions outside
their realm of experience
the riots will begin.

No one has the answers to thousands
combing these street with shouts,
bats, and signs.

Society will not endure this, this time,
as dark ages have returned,
spark of life has gone out.

Hope has vanished, replaced by fear.

Copyright Denise A White