Saturday, November 4, 2017

Whosoever........./ Writers Digest 2017 PAD Chapbook Challenge November 4, 2017


whosoever comes to me           whosoever opens the gate         whosoever shares my sorrow

once i could name this whosoever        but now names erased              the slate clean

this morning mild                     overcast                                   the golden light

of indian summer hangs on      the morning silent                   i am not impatient                   

but long for the transformation of snow           blankets of white          it is as if

the whole world waits              anticipation in the air               the neighborhood dogs still sleep

i also wait for whosoever comes                 opens the gate              shares my sorrow

November 4, 2017

1 comment:

erin said...

the transformative power of snow! a necessary reduction so that the essential might speak, might be seen.

whosoever can open such a gate speaks with one skin. (i think that place of sorrow is the same place of joy and love.)

beautiful, aching and hopeful contemplation, annell

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