winter silhouettes
a copse of sailboat masts cut
from the dawning sky
Awake
bleary eyed and tired-
the tile floor in the bathroom
cold beneath my feet
–
before sunrise-
my pillow whispers
sweet nothings
Coffee
invading my dreams-
the warm aroma drifts in
through my bedroom door
–
warm pajamas-
a steaming mug
on my nightstand
Morn
sunday morning snow-
the coals put to bed last night
gently coaxed to light
–
aimless snowflakes-
sunlight flashes
and disappears
Weekend
saturday morning-
I fall back to sleep, your kiss
drying on my lips
–
the bedroom door-
your pillow
still warm
Injustice
bitter winter winds-
corruption festers and thrives
in the light of day
–
new moon-
awaiting the sun
to seek out shadows
Homeless
curled up on cardboard-
nameless faceless commuters
pass without a glance
–
fingerless gloves-
dreaming of a home
not a doorway
Sisyphus
reaching for the sun-
all those years spent climbing up
just to fall back down
–
scorched earth-
blackened stumps
to the horizon
Meditation
cross legged in the grass-
the morning sun dawns over
a new cairn of stone
–
balancing rocks-
my mind clear
for now
Awake
bleary eyed and tired-
the tile floor in the bathroom
cold beneath my feet
–
before sunrise-
my pillow whispers
sweet nothings
Coffee
invading my dreams-
the warm aroma drifts in
through my bedroom door
–
warm pajamas-
a steaming mug
on my nightstand
Morn
sunday morning snow-
the coals put to bed last night
gently coaxed to light
–
aimless snowflakes-
sunlight flashes
and disappears
Weekend
saturday morning-
I fall back to sleep, your kiss
drying on my lips
–
the bedroom door-
your pillow
still warm
Injustice
bitter winter winds-
corruption festers and thrives
in the light of day
–
new moon-
awaiting the sun
to seek out shadows
Homeless
curled up on cardboard-
nameless faceless commuters
pass without a glance
–
fingerless gloves-
dreaming of a home
not a doorway
Sisyphus
reaching for the sun-
all those years spent climbing up
just to fall back down
–
scorched earth-
blackened stumps
to the horizon
Meditation
cross legged in the grass-
the morning sun dawns over
a new cairn of stone
–
balancing rocks-
my mind clear
for now
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