01/28/2009

Nuances

Nuances

Nuances pile up:

the subtle breath,

the watched glanced at,

the window looked out,

the “darn it” said with all the venom of “damn it”

all picked up casually like little carpet sweepings from parents,

and older children;

till they become not just a pile of nuances,

but our personality.

© Steven Fletcher

January 29, 2009

Winter Sky

Winter Sky

Silhouetting the Oak and the tall pines,

on the horizon to the north-east a thin band of white clouds,

and on top a layer of deep black-blue absorbing all the light you can see.

To the south the last glimpse of light shines brightly before disappearing for the night.

Something strange is happening and as fast as the thought comes,

pepper corn hail starts to bounce on the deck and

as fast as the bright sun came and the drapes were thrown open it is dark.

Throw another log on the fire – just in case.

© Steven Fletcher

January 26, 2009