February 27 – Blanketed
When night’s dark blanket smothers
Your head with weighty matters
Of unfathomable depth
And indeterminable length
Remember it is a blanket with holes
Started by moths, poked and prodded
And expanded by fingers to let in the light
To see the fingernail sliver of the moon
A star winking and blinking
And you can cast off night’s shadow

Just wanted to stop by and tell you that your poems are a source of warmth and pleasure for me each time I find them on my Reader feed. You write with quiet assurance, and always leave me feeling calm and still.
Thank you very much for taking the time to read and to stop by and comment. It has been a pleasure to write.