Cold
January Pre-Dawn
Early morning
stars,
so sharp
they cut through
the blue-black back drop
of icy air,
hang above
staccato yips and cries
of coyotes
so close,
as if I could
nearly
reach them
if I stretched – or
perhaps they could reach me, teach me
the desperate, wild
longing
in their cries
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I look
to the sky
as I draw the dark
around my shoulders
With a shiver
I contemplate
the cold, impossible light
of stars
so fair
so far
away
Here we go…
Photo from Public Domain Images
Day’s End
Winter Love
I am a winter woman
trapped in a burning world
Cold oceans call to me
North wind howls my name
But do not fear the bitter blues
I have ways of warming you
My Path
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