No place to sit
in this Siberian house
To write down a poem
lurking in my mind.


The living room is too
chilly and dark to defrost my hands;
the shady sunroom is
much too frigid, too.


Kitchen windows run from ceiling
To floor; sunlight streams in to warm
The bistro table.


I pull up a chair and lay
my hands on the table.
I begin to write the poem.



 







 




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poems and stories by our other authors.


The Odes Of March

The Wind

Echoes

Night Fishing

Burnt Out Match

Seasons Change

Conversation Over Morning Coffee

Winter Friends

Red

Francesca

Wondering

The Purple Dark Of Night

The Mad March Hare

Empty Basket

The Rocks of Crabtree Falls

Footsteps On The Roof


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