Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on December 27, 2010 under Stan Stewart | 
Cold winds have
Blown in the snow.
They caress our
House and nestle
Into its corners
And crags.
There is nothing
Outside that needs
To be done.
The dog is walked.
All is safe until
Morning.
Inside, the fire is warm
And we are curled up
Together.
Your eyes are flickering
In time to the blaze
As you begin to welcome
Sleep.
I may join you soon,
For our day was full
To the brim.
Now there is nothing
Else I could want for
More than to be
Holding you
As your breath goes
Even and sure
Into the white night.
~ by Stan Stewart
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Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on December 24, 2010 under Stan Stewart |
Needles of dried
And lifeless pine
Lie strewn about
Under the ancient
Tree.
Still beautiful,
It is no longer the
Majestic monster
That ruled the yard
Nine years ago.
Now, the boughs creak
As the wind rustles though
Dried pine cones that will
Never drop.
They are not the fruit of
The tree as they used to be.
They are simple weighty
Waste
Bobbing ironically
At the end of non-supple
Limbs.
(All that you have seen,
O Tree,
Is beyond what I can
Hold.
And you hold it well:
Friend, shade, and
Wind-guard.)
Yet, the pine does
Not worry whether
Its purpose has run out
Or its time has come
To be cut down.
It stands tall against
The frozen, Winter wind
And lets it’s branches
Do the dance called
Sway To And Fro.
High on the trunk,
Painted with bark and
Sap (dried up long ago)
Are wide-rimmed smiles
Of memory, joy and glee.
~ by Stan Stewart
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♫ Merry Christmas, 2010 ♫
Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on December 23, 2010 under Stan Stewart |
You shiver in the chill
Of the moment.
Not a Winter’s chill,
But that sort of shiver
That starts from the base
Of the exhale and will
Not let go; will not rest
Until every atom of air
Is gone from the lungs.
And I do hear your
Expiration of air:
Little tornadoes of whirling
Wind in miniature
That end in
“Ah, yes!”
~ by Stan Stewart
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Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on under Stan Stewart |
My shoes are wet with the
Condensation of too-quick
Changes in atmosphere.
They are soggy
Through and through,
So they will
Not serve me well as
Protectors-of-feet or
Treaders of terrain.
I need rugged, practical
Footwear.
Needing to be attentive
To the saturated chill
Will just distract me from
The trail.
My focus must be the sort
That is not pulled this way
And that.
So give me either Gortex
Or bare feet and I will
Tread ahead.
~ by Stan Stewart
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Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on under Stan Stewart |
I rarely lay awake at night
And wonder why I’m not sleeping.
When I do, I think it’s because
I am a poet.
It’s a sort of “poetic justice”
For the many nights that I
Sleep so well.
In the daylight,
I don’t ponder much other than
My own heart and soul
And the ways that I reach out
To be intimate with both
You and myself.
I don’t wonder too much about
What other people do and think
Except when I wonder
If I can create the wonder
That I’m longing to embrace
Since it’s been revealed.
So, for reasons strange
And expected,
I am sleepless tonight.
I ponder and wonder
And wonder and long.
Eyelids heavy now,
I open my heart
And reveal the wonder
That reaches out
To you yet again.
Yet nothing is revealed
And there’s no one
To reach out to
Except to myself.
For you — blessedly –
Are
Sound
Asleep.
~ by Stan Stewart
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