Saturday, September 10, 2016

A Winter


The snow slipped in so silently
no brother wind
it was only the alarm that told us.
Five more minutes.
The dog was daunted by the depth:
no place to pee.
On we slogged
and somewhere sleep sloughed off me
leaving us alone
in the woken winter.

September 9 2016

@Goethe @Longfellow


Well,
but can't you be instead
the sword that is forged,
or the plowshare beaten from it?

September 10 2016