Monday, December 08, 2014

poem of the day- 100 words

snowflakes
december 8
hardly noticeable and yet they are there

frenzied frozen 
tiny whirling 
dervishes

alighting on your face
just a speck of wet

a droplet of water on your eyelash
a blurred lens
the smell of snow in the air
the wind is picking up

a nor’easter the weather beings toll
like the bells in buoys 
they way they used to toll
softly caroling in the night

but that would come later when we were separated

beyond the arc of time and place

I do not know if you ever sensed the impending storm 

or heard the buoys chime

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