winter silhouettes
a copse of sailboat masts cut
from the dawning sky
The Road
Rivers of blacktop
Streaming towards infinity
But going nowhere.
Tears
Tiny rivulets
Reveal traces of pink skin
Down her dirty cheeks
Zephyr
The cold winter breeze
Whispers empty promises
Of the coming spring
Snooze
Fighting wakefulness
I can get a week’s sleep in
Just five more minutes
Still life
Deep in the paper
The dance of light and shadow
Finally revealed
Sight
So many times have
I searched for new perspectives
Through my daughter’s eyes
Love
The warm crackling fire
A great book, a flannel throw
And my wife’s cold feet
Faith
I blindly reach out
Seeking across the darkness
For your existence
The Road
Rivers of blacktop
Streaming towards infinity
But going nowhere.
Tears
Tiny rivulets
Reveal traces of pink skin
Down her dirty cheeks
Zephyr
The cold winter breeze
Whispers empty promises
Of the coming spring
Snooze
Fighting wakefulness
I can get a week’s sleep in
Just five more minutes
Still life
Deep in the paper
The dance of light and shadow
Finally revealed
Sight
So many times have
I searched for new perspectives
Through my daughter’s eyes
Love
The warm crackling fire
A great book, a flannel throw
And my wife’s cold feet
Faith
I blindly reach out
Seeking across the darkness
For your existence
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