a sign,
of the bare spine
that used to slumber here,
when nights were long, and love was sheer,
and fine
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A Meditation
From the minute we’re born,
to the moment we die,
our lives are a fistful of unanswered whys.
The loss of a loved one, through distance or death.
The passions we feel that steal our breath.
The stars way above us, both hidden and seen.
The seabed below us and all in between.
From the minute we wake,
til the moment we sleep,
we ponder the secrets that providence keeps.
The Light Is Nigh
Dawn will be here in a blink.
For now, the sky is black as ink.
The snow stopped falling hours ago,
the earth is white — the west wind blows.
A chill creeps in from window cracks.
I feel its talons at my back.
My baby slumbers by my side,
but soon her mouth will open wide,
to greet the morning with a cry.
Stay close my love — the light is nigh.
sundry folly 