Friday, January 18, 2008

a sound of snowflakes

in this dark
a long time to go til dawn.
warm spring memories are hiding in
a shadowed corner alongside

cobwebs and regret.

(finally, a little bit of a poem for you all
and for me.)


Rob Kistner said...

Very cool!

Writer’s Island… come visit.

Sherry said...


The Cunning Runt said...

That's the kind of use of words I dare not aspire to. "Perfect" is such a treacherous adjective, and yet it sometimes needs to be said.

Sherry said...

thank you so very much. you are kind.

me, i'm not sure i'm satisfied with this poem but it's the first real thing i've written in quite awhile so at least my brain is begining to function. ; )

you write wonderfully well, by the way!