a cold morning

 

we wake to find the hills, the pines

dusted with a confection of snow

our single pane glass frosted, rimed

and stillness pregnant but utter

i blow smoke rings of winter air

snuggle deeper beneath our quilts

search and find her warmth 

saturday, all things are possible

a drive to tsankawi, a hike, a picnic

in the cold bright sun, los alamos

in the distance, beyond that tegucigalpa

aur0ra borealis, ulaanbaatar, the pequod

but first an inventory of what is right

a catalog of events unreported, ours

 

 

 

 

 





Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-27 at 14:26

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the poem overall, love the last line.
2021-02-28


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
You paint such a vibrant whimsical morning of love and contentment but of limitless possibilities!
2021-02-27


Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
Had to look up all the place names in your
lovely warm, romantic poem! Loved "I blow smoke rings of winter air"
2021-02-27



Loving the place names. They give the poem a particular music.
2021-02-27