Wednesday, February 17, 2010

January--A Poem from October

Perfect end-October evening
passing whisps in clouds under
a spot hot moon full of it's own November wishes

My feet are cold~frigid with tomorrow's thoughts
long before today is resting

I am trapped by distraction
unable to sit still; afraid to go and do

Betrothed to impatience; married to restlessness
pregnant with fuss; nursing dismay

my prayers escape like bright fleck sparks
from the wood fire my neighbors are burning
in warmth and clarity

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