Once again
Gray and gloomy
Darkened office
Bleak beige walls
Overcast skies
Ice covered lake
Godforsaken land
Reflects the gloom
No sign of bright
Nor sign of life
Visible
From the gray tower
I find myself
Locked away within
Soon enough
Life will return
Coupled with joy
With the growing sun
And warmer weather
But will it be
Soon enough
– James Dubeau
In the last week
Of the old year
I could’ve walked
Across the frozen lake
In the first few days
Of a new year
The lake returned
To summer form
Rippling waves
Under a crisp blue sky
Eventually
Winter will return
Freeze us out
Making life
A bit more miserable
But
For a few days
I can bask
Under warm enough rays
With lapping water
Across the lake
Bringing with it
New hopes and dreams
– James Dubeau
Rooftop terrace tiles
White with frost
Slick
Not burned away
By morning sun
Not yet
Soon ice will form
And snow will fall
Locking out
Rooftop vistas
Of a frozen lake
For the season
– James Dubeau
Cold December afternoon
Warmed by a risen sun
Tucked away
Somewhere
Behind growing cloud cover
And falling mist
Still
A few degrees above
Freezing
Moisture collecting
On horizontal surfaces
Each step
Taken with up-most care
Firm footsteps
With purposeful intention
Watching the ground
For icy patches
Treacherous misgivings
If you don’t travel
With precautions
You will
Get hurt
– James Dubeau
Today will be
The last day I’ll walk
And scribble poetry
On my daily escapes
From work’s crushing grasp
Into nature’s caress
Temps dipped below twenty
Fingers froze to the pen
Freezing lake winds
Overpower a weak sun’s rays
I cannot write outside
Not through this winter
Willpower and motivation
Must force the pen
To find warmer refuge
From winter’s chill
In those fleeting moments
When I could escape
– James Dubeau
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