Matthew Anish Poet I do not know?

This Winter

Harsh winds blowing
    through the air
We walk down city 
             streets 
  Our hopes blown by 
         the winter wind 
  Some time later 
we reach our destination 
   which is warm - full of light 
       The howling winds on 
the outside cut into our lives
    as night approaches 
Our eyes tear with appreciation 
for the miracles 
which are heat, warmth and the labor which
    built our homes

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Audrey Haick February 9, 2011 at 12:50 PM Gratitude! Always beautiful and warming to hearts that appreciate it, Matt! Love this and will add it to my Favs. List. Hope all is well. Too busy to write lately? : ) Always, Annalise

Doris Culverhouse February 1, 2011 at 3:58 PM Hey Mathew, yes I paint some. I should paint more but it is hard to find the time. How are you?

Doris Culverhouse January 31, 2011 at 6:15 PM enjoyed reading your work today! well done!