Sunday, January 17, 2010

exhale.

this is the best part of the day
looking through bare branches
into colour,
the coolness of descending twilight.
it is here that i am easily absorbed
pulled in by pinks
that flash across cold blue and yellow atmosphere
i become
surrounded by thin vapour,
the movement of my limbs
a feeble dance in response to the falling beauty
of the last lights of this day.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

night sounds.

whistle of
water changing into steam
gentle heavy sleep breath
rustling feathers between fabric,
hair and ear on pillow.
quiet clicking fingertips on glowing plastic letters
distant idling engines
humming gas heater,
circulating dust throughout.