feel the cold
dark stares of winter
closing in

sometimes,
we live in
conversationless routines,
trying to get
our needs met
without risking vulnerability,

sometimes
that works,

mostly,
it does not.

~
She smiles only in pictures
Her hair is growing long

With eyes closed
Au coucher du soleil
Her voice is dulcet
Her laugh is nexus

"Take me with you," she says.
"We'll make kites, we'll steal land."

The gentle arrival of rain
In the blue hour of
The portrait gallery
Makes her qualified to dream
About a serenade of water
And the blueberry boat
~

Here and now,
This minute in time
This second
I feel the cool air on my face
Blowing gently
I hear the wind
I feel the wind
And the damp atmosphere
Which surrounds me

Here now
This minute in time
I see the sky of grey
It’s a miserable day
The rain now spitting at me
As if to say
Go away

Here and now
Going home
To dryer climes
In front of a warm fire
Drinking coffee with cream
And a slice of strawberry cheesecake
What a dream
Here and now!

The months turn slowly
To allow us to reflect
This year wears a mask