Two Stories

Day fades

too soon

the clouds

dim the sun

and all I've left

undone

mocks my evening rest

Light lingers

lengthening

day by day

Every minute

a minute closer

to spring

All my hopes

glow warmly

like the pink clouds

that frame

a brighter blue

sky

 

Sensory

 

No cleaner smell

than new snow

scented

with cedar

wood smoke

and cold

Frozen

 

Listless

I gaze out

windows

glazed

with ice

Even the clouds

look frozen

painted

on the cold sky

like frost

on glass