4 December 2009, by pd lyons


and would I know

the winter

still sliding down

silvering the window

soft whispers

smoke secrets

between

the kitchen fire

and all those winter fires gone before

 

each ghost upon the gale

welcomed here beside the hearth

each breath of my own

rare and gifted by such drifters

visible only in the smoke

audible only in the flame

I am never alone in winter

 

I am sending my own messages

tobaccos scented

whiskey scented

seemingly pleasing

soon like crows

I will go

 

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