Window window
Upon the sill
What panes you have
To shiver bare
Each candle wick
What shutters
In this bitter cold
Can keep out
The bellow
From hollow a wood
I listen to
Barking echoes
Of eleven in a pack
And the twelfth
Is at my door
Beneath the threshold
He swaps breathes
With my cat
I launch a stare
As I did my arrows
Last fall
Into the river
The rocks and her beach
I listen to
The fog horn
From the vessels
And the bells that answer
I listen to silence
As a captain's laughter
Spills from a cough
He holds steady his
Candle lit lantern
To steal a view
From a windows frost
I watch the ships
That pass in the night
I count their lights
Please tell me how you related with this poem and how it helps you in life
Comments
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Wonderful images abound in this poem. Well written!
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Wow!!!! What a read this one is!!! I am not sure if I can pick a favorite part of this one, this is just amazing! It reminds me of Robert Frost, my all time favorite poet! you did an awesome job on this one! I love it!!
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