My Picture: ‘Putting Away Father Christmas’

With the coming end of darkness,
a dog howled to the sky.
A big sky…..
with uncertain legs.
And waiting for me to give it life.

Another year over
and the living still seeking shelter.
Well-ordered dispositions,
innocently impaled…
And waiting for the death poems…..
to be written.

Somewhere beyond the gray,
with time crawling.
The poets in desperate vigilance
await their call.