Heavy
Hushed
Cimmerian, somber.
Even before the rooster wakes,
the earth is still
as if being blanketed
by expectation,
weighted with longing. Read more…
winter
Come closer.
Warm your hands near the fire of my heart.
Come closer.
Circle yourself around my ribcage
and absorb
the heat, Read more…
The moon arrives each afternoon
no sooner than it left, it seems…
The hours of weakened sunlight zoom by
as if being chased by
some great winter beast.
The rays hide to the south,
lurking behind storms and clouds…
All the earth
begins to still and slide into rest,