Sunday, January 22, 2012

The Cinnamon Room

We painted the wall
in cinnamon

to accent the warmth
of our home.
Then added coffee 
colored carpet,
for comfort
no matter the season.
Orange cheddar cheese soup
gurgles on the stove top
sending scents
of beauty throughout.
White snows
cascade down
forcing us from our sloth.
Warm bellies
wrapped in warm clothes
we play until cheeks
glow rose.
Then return to the cinnamon room
for cocoa
and blankets
and popped corn
then closed eyes
and bedtime
and dreams.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Time has passed

-- from P. Wanken's "Alone"

I long
for blinding sun
off of white snows.
A sweet agony
to the eyes
soon to be followed
by muffled steps
and heavy breaths
frosting before my eyes
in cold air.
Time has passed
but still
falls rain.