February 2019 – Page 3

so many evenings
spent in stony solitude
with yet without you
–
rain etched stones-
the once neat path
overgrown

in the morning sun
slight pockets of fog linger
on winter hillsides
–
morning mist-
migrating geese
hug the shore

damp and feverish-
a restful sleep eludes me
on this bed of coals
–
noonday sun-
ice in my glass
long turned to water

my old tired soul
steeped in warm flowing water
washing me away
–
frozen windows-
winter winds blow
through my soul

a pile of old clothes-
years of living on the street
etched deep in her face
–
dirty snow-
sleep arrives on
a cardboard box

lying here in bed
unnbeknownst to you your trust
already betrayed
–
heavy fog-
your train leaves
without me

winter moths gather-
snowflakes lit by the street lamp
in the bitter night
–
gathering drifts-
ice crawls up
my window

a cold rain falling-
trying to stay warm with tales
of wine and whiskey
–
white mountains-
caribou freeze
at a cracking branch