Stone Cold

poem #09
Stone Cold
by Art~

"I've been looking out this window
for now on ... Nine years."
the minute draws nearer
entranced by thoughts and flurries
rocking chair ride, staring outside

"The blizzard blurs my vision
but I can still make out its form."
sideways sleet, pelting frozen rain
snow clusters then mounds
smothering everything

"A chill run down my spine
as the Grandfather clock chimed,"
rocking, sitting and dwelling
on the web of would have been
and the memories and grins

"My image reflected in the window's pane
like a tear falling, on this side of the glass."
condensation and watery eyes
"Nine years ago ... you were still alive."
the rocking subsides

"The arctic chill that blows out-doors
ain't got nothin' on this cold cold heart inside,"
the chest of a man looking out the window
at a winter storm and a frozen
snow covered tombstone

"In the spring the flowers will come,
and then the bright summer sun,"
encouraging words to a missed loved one
gazing out a window,
Stone Cold