Sad commentary on society...

quietly sleeping
on beds of cardboard boxes
noticed by no one

Outside my window....

drifting silently
ghosts upon a mirror still
frozen winter lake

Spring is in the air...

fields of tiny suns
a feast for long dulled senses
tulips in the spring

Don't get your hopes up...

snow falls late in spring
a winter not yet sated
backs will ache anew

Feeling silly...

pour another round
sleep in late on saturday
stella I love you

Back at it...

lonely park benches
shadows rise and fall in time
counting homeless sheep