a lone chickadee
flits by
a tiny shadow dancing across snowy waves
gasping
the man pauses
listens
as feathered music
echos
through bare limbed aspens
sunburned
sweat dripping down his face
he stares back
ponders the trail of tracks
a frozen testament to persistence
to carrying on
to believing
he sighs
smiles
inhales the icy air
and chooses life
again
tio stib
2016, 2018, 2024
Storms
a thorny wind pricks at my face
this black Mariah night
Dark raging clouds of memories flood
past storms I have survived
as salty mountains crashed on me
those times eternal lost at sea
I wondered then if I might live
Oh Lord, please let me be
while screaming doubts and fear swept through
with ghosts unseen yet real
my stomach turned, my soul near drowned
then day salvation pealed
so many times, so many storms
so many prayers tossed high
tempests wild have swept through me
all watched by God’s kind eye
Tio Stib, 2008, 2014
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