Long Awakening Poem by Kim Schoer

Gently,
fogs ghostly opaque
presence
drifts
through the
winding valleys
and rivers

Obscured,
somber landscape
rubs
the mucus
from its
sleepy eyes

Rejuvenation
of color and
life
slowly encroaches
the subdued,
lifelessness that
once was dark
Awaken morn.
Stars hide
in plain
sight of
daylights
shadow.

Glistening,
flakes of
cold dust
that had
rested upon
life's walkways
liquefy

Sundogs and
their prismatic
palette
once shown
above frozen
Midwest meadows
retreat


Outstretched fingers
delicately caress
the imminent
darkness,
as the
diminishment
of sorrows
silhouette
soon will
pass in to
nighttime skies

Forgotten is
the burden
of lingering
love’s desire,
where
innocent, fragile
snow angels wing’s
melt away,
regardless of their
undying will
to soar beyond
the streaming
colored rainbow
and unto the
sunlit oasis,
heaven.

Awaken morn…

where memories
and moment’s pause
grow ever longer