Sonnet 2

Cold feet, cold fingers, cold room, and cold outside.
Cold everywhere. And no sign of Spring.
A world emptied of its Summer, hollowed out,
a groom without a bride, a zero for a ring. Continue reading “Sonnet 2”


Sonnet 1

They are my light, these words, inside my skull:
my mind’s illumination, giving thought its sight.
Without them, I’d be blind, and lost within:
ever dark and silent, trapped in sleepless night. Continue reading “Sonnet 1”