Friday, December 5, 2008

Tonight I will light
a candle for you
flame it from a gas stove,
hold it high to sear
the restless sky. The wind
rolls around laughing
rattling rubbish
pulling clouds down
around its ears.
It doesn’t listen to me
singing happy birthday
a song like ivory
cracked in an empty room
a voice shredded
like old autumn leaves.

1 comment:

Tim Jones said...

I like this poem a lot - especially "the wind / rolls around laughing".

I am also impressed by your dedication to regular posts!