Sunday, February 27, 2011

winter drought (for serge)

craggy breath forms
vapour clouds that
freeze and fall, freeze and fall --
another snow storm

pale hands reach
for sun, grasp shadows,
wipe up today's mess,
flick off the light

dry eyes squint
up at this empty barrel,
down, at no more rope,
over, at the cover of my Bible


  1. Thank you so much of the writing and the encouragement of your heart.
    May God bless you all.