Eleven Thoughts On the Eleventh Day
eleven thoughts on the eleventh day.
January
white crunch blankets
bare bones clack
as wolfwinds wander.
sun
absentee landlord
mummified in clouds
sheds white lint.
snow angels
line our street
wearing little children feet.
now begins
time stilled days
stretching into distant Spring.
sound cuts the air
shattering
ice filled thought
children,
exotic birds
flit down our road
colour darting
over a blank page
bird song
welcome life
on muffled
windless days
2a.m.revelers
weekend nomads
roar through
my hibernation
sleepus interruptus
damn.
nature must be dreaming
lust filled moments
she moans and whimpers
roars and sighs
through January skies.
old ash tree
felled by gusts
of September
you are welcome
on my hearth.
woolen socks
for your itch
I thank you
on my January toes.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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