Thursday, November 17, 2011


at the barn, snow blankets the mare
gusts to twenty-nine
wise horses face downwind

at the back door, blankets come hot from the dryer
goosebumps Braille an alarm
wise people curl by the fire
at the sink, the faucet drips furiously
good pipes help, a bit
wise children let the dog in
in the hallway, the heater wafts warmish air
a sweater is not enough
wise women put out spare candles

in the bed, the cat’s stolen the blanket

snow likely tonight
wise creatures wait it out