SURRENDER

Light fights the
window curtains
and wins,
sneaking in the
early morning,
living room
surrendering.
I, to hot tea,
and television screen
to watch Tony side with
the Philippines,
bringing to mind
sounds of Jamaican
Palms swaying,
white sands,
Ganga smoke
and island drinks,

Outside,
snow and rain
erode concrete in its
seasonal pace
morning bird songs leaving
branches abandoned for
warmer climates

and a mutual
understanding
slowly making its way
up my pajama pant legs
as I stand by the heater
Peering out the window.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Took me to warm places and left me standing cold by the heater. I like the road trip in your words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry. Always good to read your words my friend.
Coyote