Stone
so many evenings
spent in stony solitude
with yet without you
–
rain etched stones-
the once neat path
overgrown
so many evenings
spent in stony solitude
with yet without you
–
rain etched stones-
the once neat path
overgrown
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
the warm light of dawn
eases in through the curtains
and kisses your cheek
–
early light-
a gentle kiss on
your sleeping head
the fire laid on while
winter in all its fury
rages at my door
–
grey skies-
cruel winter winds
howl at the moon
far icy mountains
bathed in shades of white and blue
float on arctic seas
–
broken ice-
polar bears
search for respite