Today I’m a
cat on a
cloudy cold day
unable to find
any sun on
my favorite windowsill
no fire blazing
in the hearth
finding little to
no comfort in
my usual places
I curl up
into myself pretending
to be asleep
when in reality
I am waiting
watching for the
briefest slice of
sun to return
Category: Life
Icicle
And yet again
one more morning
just one cup
half a pot
more is wasted
I sit here
wishing you were
but instead I
write about it
much like I
suppose icicles do
as they begin
to sadly melt
into the cistern
dreaming about once
having been snow
OverNight
When first you
spent the night
I didn’t sleep
oh you did
as comfortable as
a bear in
a den at
winter’s own beginning
but I lay
awake assigned patrol
keeping guard defending
against your nightmares
who goes there
at the ready
but last night
I finally did
sleep content in
the sound of
your breathing like
that of oars
breaking calm water
taking taking me
out to sea
MeMaple
I awaken to
now whereas before
I had waited
things I see
others I hear
sometimes read and
usually always imagined
we all do
this very thing
it’s just that
I have been
tapped like a
maple in some
far off grove
with a spigot
and drained daily
this syrupy blood
that then splatters
and eventually becomes
hopefully a sweetener
to your day
LoveCreativity
I stumbled across
a young man
recently who paints
his world with
colors and tubes
and brushes long
strokes and details
which invite one
into his world
so different from
me that I
sat staring mesmerized
how could he
see that which
I could not
that is until
he showed me
love and creativity
I then realized
show us what’s
always been there
but never seen
