Well, today’s my first post. Weird to me to be actually posting these somewhere. I wrote this one this morning while I watched the cold overtaking the street outside.
Nightmares
streetlights hang over freshly fallen snow
it’s quiet, so quiet…
crystal falls, no seeds to sow
there’s something there, can you spy it?
fields of ice and billows of cold
as birds go south
searching for some hand to hold
finding naught but downturned mouth
lying there, asleep at night
frigid, freezing
dreaming, discouraged, with all your might
something seen, not so pleasing
frozen branches
play with windows
missing tranches
and biting wind winnows
legions of little limpid structures
covered street and hiding stone
slipping and sliding at all the junctures
spied through the window, all alone
Poems by Sam 