Thursday, December 9, 2010

New Eyes

I've missed you so
Even if I never knew
that you were missing.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Burning Times

Even the most robust
of fires
Must be coaxed
at three a.m.

What roared and hissed
an hour ago.
Now sulks
sullen
sluggish

When the storm has settled in
and the heat
is most wanted

of course

So you taunt it
with kindling
To make it stick its tongues
out at you

A witches fire - Witches Hour
kindled, kindly, cunningly
at three a.m.