Spelling out the Silence


And then the walls
The water rushing in
After the plunge
Every morning the plunge
The day starts on its own
And I have to catch up.
No loss…a movement toward
The broken leaf, its jagged edge
My emblem for the year
As it lets itself come to an end.
Nothing in the furnace.

The broken leaf, its jagged edge
My emblem for the year


great lines.

Thanks,

A new year is coming,

Peter