Monday, February 27, 2012

The Empty Sweater

The empty sweater

Hangs limp, lonely on the chair

Never to be filled

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Morning Song

Lilting through the blue

Air of the frosty morning

Feathered silver notes

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Morning Musings

Morning swallows me
Like a cold cup of coffee
The taste is bitter