
a purple sky in the afternoon

a purple sky in the afternoon

the pleasure of details

winter ice thaws early

the detritis of dreams
lies abandoned,
crunching under old boots,
crumbling under their breath

so many lifetimes are lived in one life

driving along thick ice and tamped down snow,
passing horses and a stray grey cat,
i slow down at an expanse of farmland,
roll my window down, as the music hums softly in the background,
and take a big, cold breath of a Pennsylvania morning in February

it seemed as if you were on the verge of speaking,
and i would have hung on your every word

while lace umbrellas caught the sun’s raining rays,
the greenhouse welcomed us with a warm embrace

if i could be a bridge at dusk,
i’d carry you gently into the night

winter whispers his name,
and he does not fail to answer