Rawboned Branches

long rawboned branches

stretch far through a freezing fog

to scratch the sky’s back

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Magic Still Exists

children fast asleep

dreaming of Santa’s presents

magic stil exists

The Hillside

barren brown hillside

beaten by relentless wind

just wants to lie down

The Distraction

posing as a gentleman

winter knocks politely on the door

distracting us as frost peeks in our bedroom windows

and brutal cold sneaks through every gap

surrounding us

until we are forced to surrender

The World has Gone Blind

though the world has gone blind

leaving beauty and light

in the dark

i still clumsily open my curtains each morning

hopeful

for just a bit of warmth

Nudge Nudge

sun seeps through drawn drapes

gently nudging me awake

good morning old friend

Dusty Boots

my grandfather’s bones

are in the ground

still his dusty boots

wait patiently by the back door

longing to feel useful again