Frost

 FROST

 A lace so intricate

Like none to be found.

Rare, beautiful lace

Lying on the ground.

 

In a crystal of mine

(A much finer place)

Is a lovely snow

Waiting for my mind to lace.

 

Both are sugared pathways

Winding through the trees.

Mine sprinkles sweetness

And floats me through the breeze.

 

So very sweet the frost;

Intricate and fine.

Setting in slowly

To numb my mind.

 

Brian Potter

About this Poem: I wrote this during my first years of teaching in the mid eighties when drugs were a much bigger problem for teenagers. A student of mine had a problem with cocaine and this was what came of that and winter in Wallace where the snow just piled up to over six feet. I chose the picture of a frosted tree in the lights at night. It shows a beauty and a darkness that I feel fits the tone of this poem in its dark lulling rhyme. It's copied and pasted from a drive and I can't easily fix the poor formatting...

Directional Shift

Following my pattern of writing about something I’m grateful for in conjunction with each year we’ve been a country has come to an end. So I’m at this point of not knowing the direction of my blog. There’s no doubt that it has been an art in revealing my personality in little increments, which is just the way I would want to do it. One thing lacking from it is my desire to express my political feelings. I think the U.S. has this element of craziness in it that we often feel is unique to ourselves. Some of it definitely is, but there is a craziness that exists in people worldwide. So maybe I’ll explore a bit of political thinking in the coming entries. I also want to carry on writing about running, my personal running as an aging dude. And I love poetry and have been writing it almost every day, so I should share some of that. At any rate, this little blurb is just a notification that I’m switching direction in this blog. I do want to keep it mainly positive. I see no need to add toxicity to the online world as there is plenty of that already.