old man in the rain
stuck on a traffic island
conflicting currents
old man in the rain
stuck on a traffic island
conflicting currents
a flock of seagulls
excavators hard at work
the stench of landfill
dressing for the cold
my favourite green sweater
the one with the darn
no chorus this morn
the sun casts an icy stare
on still-sleeping birds
the first blaze of dawn
burnt orange and azure blue
belie winter’s chill
hailstones pattering
fingers trying to keep pace
dance over the keys
for a moment I
hold my hand to the windshield
to watch the ice melt
skulking in the dark
at the edge of consciousness
some forgotten thing
how welcome the dawn
routing the darkest shadows
of a sleepless night
a halted journey
winter’s sorrowful tears fall
water on the track
Musings from an insignificant writer
more that just a path
A Journal of Poetic Observations
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Ellen Grace Olinger
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