To You, To Neverland

The whisper the wind that left behind Will take me where? The tired calmness of end January cold Bringing out the path that’s hazy now. Breeze not the loneliness making up environ Of solitary imposed, convicted loneliness. It’s now hard to remember her face as I was thinking But, no, the coffer is open and…… Continue reading To You, To Neverland

December Rain

The cry of the tom cat fathoming the silence Deepening by the howl of the old poor dog And zip and honk of the irregular night commute. The rain unwelcomed singing the humming Outside closed doors of my southern windows. Nothing will last forever. Even this December rain. Nothing will live forever. The wet fallen…… Continue reading December Rain