Thursday, December 8, 2011


winter always arrives
with such a fierce
we can never be prepared

for the wind-
it's brisk un-comforting;
the icy grip,
an ever clandestine

friend of all foes

(the winter in my heart, is warmer).

offering very little
to calm a shivering spine
this is only a fistful of words;
a handful of memories.

the chattering of tooth
and nail,
only amplified
by the presence of a shadow

careful to be heard

(in the aftermath of a wake).

1 comment:

Colles said...

the winter in my heart is warmer

is a great line.

it must be cold as hell in iowa