Friday, December 11, 2015

Poem for Today

Animals in the Cold

Shivering makes me a puppet,
Dancing to the crystal strings of a deep,
and enrobing cold.

Suddenly, the shaking is in one limb, even just one muscle,
Then its another.
Movement and pause in untimed waves.

Yet, the twitching and its effects,
Become a type of relief.

Ahead, a sleek and low slung coyote crosses the chilled morning road.
Aware, controlled, purposeful.

Turning its angular head,
It gazes at me for a moment,
Then it moves on.
It knows it has nothing to fear from the trembling man.