Tag: poem

shield the last ember with bodies from storm

empty telephone booth the fog takes a call

the winter gods bring the rain this birthday

dead fish at the bottom of tank full of tears

all is grey and yet a tiny ember thrives

the voice leads us from dream to reality

berth the soul to body as we enter this realm

frail body humbled by the virus

the connection to the cosmos is lost

the color of silence: a shade of light grey