icy rain
upon the skylight
in early dawn
an owl calls
Tag: poem
the box spilled
it was all there
our life
it is only snow
yes
it will melt
maybe even water the seedlings
but may the rain will do that
instead
i painted the wall
in small sections
here and there
the paint has faded
seamless
no memories
squirrels have found the feeder
the cardinals stopped coming
quiet here at night
always a wonder
how or why
and
why or how
A constant wind
no more nap
stillness
lie without
moving
snow
brings silence
everything
just a whisper
“why are you collecting rock?’ i asked
“because they’re in my fields,” he said
“i want the crops to grow.”
we were silent a time.
“i also like them heaped at the ends of the rows;
little monuments to labor.”
moon behind clouds
shows her face
bare trees
they reach upwards
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