For Ariel on a Winter Night
The house
creaks at night,
turning in its sleep.
Pop-creak.
Tip-pop.
Crack-shh.
Comfortable,
like an old friend
snoring softly.
creaks at night,
turning in its sleep.
Pop-creak.
Tip-pop.
Crack-shh.
Comfortable,
like an old friend
snoring softly.
posted by Anniina | 1:48 AM
2 Comments:
some of your poems are like ideas I have been thinking about for a long time - meaning not always, but the familiarity and beauty...take it as a compliment (I'm not very good at it)
Thank you, that is very high praise.
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