Friday, February 8, 2013

Poem for Today


February. Outdoors.
Moving slowly forward,
Borderline freezing in the air.
Wind - like cold, grey custard,
Cast upon my skin.

Sun, dozy, tired,
Nothing more than an aged pale yolk,
Leaving no shadow at midday.

This is the footpath I amble on,
Balancing between love,
And fear of you.

Feb 2013    

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