I never remember
enjoying the cold
but I'm longing
to feel the earth frozen
so deep
that it keeps
the smells of life
behind its barrier
till spring

redbricks concrete walk
dawns orange glow
winters gentle chill
and stories
tucked into my skull
escaping through my heart
as I breath
and walk
alone

on this monday
for so many years
the tradition was
as it was
now it is
what it is
and still a beautiful moment

m

this mornings light
was the kind of light
that you see the first day
of a journey
being somewhere new
a glow
in soft crispness

its not easy
to be nostalgically
optimistic
or living abstractly
in a hallmark
when reality bites
cyber mind

hi wing

On a cloudy cold
not quite white december day
I think of fatigued Santas
on display
in janitor supply windows
and muse
of moments time stopped
giving kindness its moment
and some unknown soul bought
that black and white television
for my broke ass
on a lovely winters day

hc

woody allen
plays to Lou Rawls
while Lou sing a sweet
lament to Princess Tohsi
In old Byzantine
history was soon to be recorded
jaco Pastorius muses
Richard Prior
and 1933 was
one hell of a year