Verses In Season
Poetry
Wednesday 29 January 2020
Old Bones
Here, in this map of skin
With all it's earthly limbs
Lay rivers and roots unmoving
In winter's cold
Frozen, old
Despite the seed planted in spring
For this
Tiny stem- a wonder
With strength enough to endure
Any wind or weather
Morning
To wake, and not rush
To rise quiet and full of sleep
To enter into silent rooms,
Where the sun waits patient behind closed curtains
Or rain--
The soft comfort of grey
It is here, that I sit
Sipping coffee
Slowly and with gratitude
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