Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Winter Walk #6 (Tacit)

this mottled path
those boney brambles
everything is silent
steeped in indiscriminate gray

two faint gulls wheeling
are one in a million

i am in no mood
i am a product of these mild accidents

nothing under winter's dull pall
feels the least bit clever
every sign looks empty
every sound unstruck

all is just

far off chalk smoke just curls
stray flurries, they just swirl
and my footsteps just fall
one after one