Light in the Darkness

Winter leans in, snuffing out the last bits of fall. The cold creeps in, icing fingers and toes, woolens and down layered on. Darkness grows turning more of the day into night. Christmas lights. Who knew they could save the soul from falling into darkness?

Glimpsing Understanding

I don’t pretend to understand your poetry. I wouldn’t lay claim to having unearthed the intended meaning of your words. Sometimes I wonder, do you understand what it means? Maybe you did, once; or maybe you mean something different now than when you wrote them. Yet, when I read your poems I feel your words…