Thought

There you are.Listening...
but not to the chatter that fills the air.
You could but you dont, just tuning out.
You contemplate the elapse of everything else
that no one seems to descry,

the oblique drift of cascading white rain;
the towering giants reaching out
for the most subtle touch of blue,
yet their spindly fingers cant seem to grab hold.

March is nearly gone,
yet Frost is still a play.
The fields once alive,
their stalks now emerging
out from the new found snow.

It suffocates everything as if its disgusted
as to what was before.
The chill creeping near,
just beyond the glass.

Breathtaking...
The panorama that is.
You find yourself absent to reality in regard
for the ambiance in which we stand amidst.

Yes this is you,
but not many to none see like your eyes may see.
They look, but their perception is impaired.
They are blind as they drift off into thought,
kind of like now...