Sleeping dogs and cold dirt:
the fallow ground in which
future plans find themselves
strewn, left for January birds.
All horizons bend west. Pray
daily to the lengthening hours
for strength in this winter
made for growing.
Tag Archives: cold
all winters echo State Street 2012
wake wake from that
reoccurring dream
wandering a campus
a town a broken down
village cold empty beaches
overgrown quads
to a cold cold earth
memories
of a lonely Chicago
a ghost on State Street
forgotten
until Union Station opens
another warm dream
Day 43, 2023
Cold sun, you are welcome
this Sunday morning on the wharf
the water winter calm yet choppy
colors alternating between
faded jade and pure azul
growing like a wheat field
out of the rich black night currents
air bright with a kiss of light
like in her eyes at this morning’s parting
