friday poetry post-pho coma

treading through downtown streets
at 50 miles and hour
dirty misty windows
try to hide winter's beauty

the weight of snow on pine trees
reflecting the light of the sun
still, silent, altogether captivating

wintery weather brings with it new hopes, new warmth
and the reminder that
as much as you try to forget
awkward staccato steps
still get the best of you

alleluia for new birth
alleluia for life already given
alleluia for second chances