A poem inspired by Christina Rossetti’s In the Bleak Midwinter, and by a sunny day in late December.
The leaves turn, half way through nature’s year.
Growth foreshadows decline; the sun bows lower.
Dappled by barer branches, but it still shines.
A poem for somebody with a coincidental birthday.
The sun closes another day
I find myself tired inside
Weary to the bones
Wearing no expression on my face…
I sing to myself,
When nobody’s listening.
I sing of my hopes and my fears and of dreams and escapes and of planets unknown and of people I’m missing…
The Pixies have released Indie Cindy, which comes 22 years after Trompe Le Monde, and 26 years after Come On Pilgrim. If that news made some joyous sense to you, then you might also understand the following…
Show me something
That I’ve never seen
So you thought you knew me Thought you had me pegged Thought you see right through me Knew where I was led Now I must admit that I was listening to you But that’s one mistake that I no longer […]
Wanting to be in a room, with people Without speaking To feel their light on my closed eyelids To share their warmth Caressing the back of my hand As it holds the arm of this chair To sit unmoved, except […]