Friday, December 16, 2016

the skaters

the ice
grows thick across the pond
while the melt
of sun
slips under a blanket
of woolen
blue.
the skaters wait,
skates tied tight as
a moon rises
across the mirrored curve.
these are places where
lovers go,
where the lonely
go,
where children
play, and me
wondering where you
are today.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Hmm, I wonder the same...

Di said...

Melt of sun, blanket of woolen blue --nice