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 ^
Steve Haarman 