Saturday, December 05, 2009


Photo by S. Auberle
snow skittering down the road
this morning, the only color
two cardinals
and withered apples
on forgotten trees...
inside, windows steam
but there is a yellow egg
on the old blue plate
I ate from as a child
and the haunting notes
of Brian Boru's March
adding to sweet melancholy...
only nine hours
of daylight today
as Solstice nears
dark at four p.m....
last, brittle leaves
fly away in the wind
taking words with them
the ones I would have used
to finish this poem...
~ mimi