Month: August 2012


A wake of hope carries the moon’s descent

to ride off from the cold sun of winter’s promise.


Is it the cold that slows the squirrel’s journey up,

or, their strife of yesterdays’ feast of stowed summers.


The nip of hope, and the sting from the unknown

stand as cold air in a windless day of frozen temperatures.


Yet, the move of the hours will re-ignite the heavenly stars,

biding rest, to the weary feeling full of the day’s survival.


©  CMM  2012



Days End





Speckled spaces of sparse


clouds, covered captures of


shadows as shining sunset


peers in private perfection.


Lowering lights of last


twilights tempting timing


calls carefully a christened


day of dreams and doubts.



Ó   CMM   2012