small stones – March 9, 2016

Noche-de-luna-llena-Full-moon-night.-Luza.-flickr-2007

contemplating moon beams
up in the middle of the night
trying to pen poetry
before the coming of the light

I guess I’m truly nocturnal
can never seem to sleep
so here I sit at my keyboard
forging something deep

Luna guides my fingers
as I pen for you these lines
sleep on, my lovely readers
’til Sol brightly shines

small stones – January 10, 2016

how is this possible
to be chilled to the bone
bundled in covers
and have burning feet
that jerk me awake
after so little sleep
forces me up
and out of bed
window pried open
to let in the night chill

I shiver and shake
bound back for bed
bundled again
except for my feet
I toss and turn
try to sleep
but the burning continues
and I am up again
window closed
and here I sit
groggy and shivering
except for the feet