5 days ago1 min read

SLUSH JAZZ

I’m on a crystal thawing trail

At the state before snowmelt in Cedarvale

My footstep makes a splash in the slush

You just cannot trudge in a rush

I take careful baby steps moving in time

To avoid a slip and a fall and getting out of the rhyme

I’m accidentally creating some jazz music

Which could turn into some hopeful classic

With a crunch, crunch in snow, a swish, swish in slush

In the dreamy dark night everything is hushed

There is even some ominous fog setting in

I hear other footsteps which gives me a grin

Oncoming is another jazz maker

A duet potential at the length of a hectare

He approaches, stirring up a beat

Not necessarily in sync though on that same ice sheet

Everyone makes their own genre of noise

My special feature – chanting, for the equipoise

This winter trek is a far cry from the Everglades

The fact that I completed some music is its own accolade

MAY THE SOURCE BE WITH YOU!

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