silence punctuated by silver strings and lurking

I want to feel free, I want to write the moment--perhaps that's why I don't enjoy writing the past...but the word chases the thoughts, the living, ever lagging...

dark dawn rising
to lighten in time not now
black skies stretch
to pull in the sun

why bother just writing
it's 6 am?

to follow the details
focus attention
in silence
punctutated by
tapping keys

winter weaves its
frosty webs

as observations
spill out naturally
the conversation starts
between heart and mind
in infinite layers
unfolding
in flowing hues
ever adjusting

reaching out
with snowflake tendrils
frost spreading slowly outward
obscuring clarity
with beauty
thru mind's window

*********

I answer the question
what am I doing
right now
what is
right now
and am astounded
with the world before me

my daughter places an ornament
on the sacrificial tree
dripping with
sweet-smelling sap
like sacred blood
of the lamb

we shall cover this splendid
gift of God
with strings of
rainbow lights
and silver

3 ornaments hang now
evenly placed, equi-distant
in an ascending arc...
a green globe
a dancing clown
a ceramic Pere Noel...
a spiral string of silver

*********

sadness lurks in subdued corners
of my mind and heart
of my mind or heart
seeking what?

the expression flows
sweetly, easily
until it stops
and I tire
and the sadness
appears
seeking
expression?

questioning self
seeking self
seeking now
seeking release
of tensionto fall relaxed
into peace

now my attention
is called elsewhere
and I feel torn
but am called