When the words won’t come
The dreams far away
And night never rests
A poem comes to mind
A brief version
Of the day’s confusion
The evening’s pain
Whispers from beyond
We can’t find the phrase
The tenor
The breath
For what hides inside
Even spirit has flown
Buried beneath the leaves
The dying snow
The bumbled rags
The heart is not broken
But merely flat
A marvel to behold
Even in deflation
Until spring returns
The letters will be dark
The sugar not so sweet
The story without words
Tomorrow the sun
Will be brighter
Smells will be sweeter
And words will flow again
©2021 Claudia Anderson