Tuesday, December 24, 2013


Sitting in the dark of
Another powerless
Morning the electric
Drone is noticeably
Absent as all other
Sounds are muffled
Outside the window
Rain is drumming on
The road while the
Wind claws at our
House as if seeking
A secret way in the
Fire’s been lit in the
Fireplace & now hot
Water’s whistling on
The stove / it’s fast
Approaching dawn &
I’ll soon dowse the
Candles / lately I’ve
Been reading from
An old book & yet
The words sound a
Bit different in my
Head this morning
As if desperate to be
Understood at the
Dawn of revelation
Where the sun also
Rises even in this
Unquiet darkness


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