Day: December 2, 2021

WRITING TIME

Summer pushed

Encouraged us, then

Like the matador

Waved the red cloak and

The bull of winter brushed by

Now we wait and write

This is it

What we have

A small bird

Confused by light

Crash-dived window

Will fly no more

Was wanted by the One

Who knows every feather

What lessons for us

Shall we go further?

Step back and pause

Wandering aimlessly

Without goals

Are we trapped?

The question asked

Can we possibly move?

Do we know the pace?

Should we stand in place?

Trains keep rolling

Stay on schedule

We write our own

The way it should be

There is no tomorrow

Just consider this day

Today, the end of a cold month

We are confident, aglow

By Steve Haarman aka Stanski

December 2, 2021 ^