Tuesday, December 7, 2010


Just another poem to celebrate the snow


Through the hush

Of a soot scented evening

I watch them

Laughing and winking

On the wet windowsill


And windowsill

Before fading

Like faggots in a flame

Moments of glory

And mood swings

Crash landing

In a frenzy of

Fan whipped fury

Goose plucking down

In sparkling confections

Of cinquains and sonnets

And full throated renderings

That mimic the fickle vagaries of spring

Tommy Murray

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