From the chair I stand but tumble back outside the snowflakes at the glass hover windless weightless my knees buckle at their suspended beauty ____________________
Month: Feb 2015
Feed me
Feed my winter heart, my famished, desperate eyes - pour sunlight on the snow and brew my spirits' rise. ____________________
Bright star
Bright star pierces Cobalt sky: Half-moon hangs knife-sharp ____________________
Weather warning
Chill wind blows me right to your door. Open your arms, bundle me inside. ____________________
Frigid midnight
Frigid midnight: shooting star. At dawn the back deck sparkles. ____________________
