Saturday, January 22, 2005

Winter of Discount

The snowflakes running wild
across the face in my window
the first slow waves of winter
are settling at my door

Words break together
in this half-articulated song of thought,
Looking for answers

I sleep and I dream
a dark midsummer's dream
of the wind in your winter eyes


Anonymous said...

I like. especially "winter eyes" :)


Geetanjali said...

Beautiful...speically the last stanza. Did you write this?

Paddy said...

[Pri] & [Gee]

Glad to know you liked my little thoughts.