Tuesday, September 18, 2012


A hazy morning or is it fog?
Either substance, the path
Dully shimmers like warm
Breath on cold crystal.
Many hours before time
for sleep and already the
road is long, has been long.
Are cobblestones beneath
Fast waters a blaze to salvation?
Or is there a pyre in which to
Ignite for ashes becoming feathers?

September 18, 2012

1 comment:

Richard Cody said...

I love the elementary, as in water and fire, nature of your poems. Always evocative...