A Day So Far Away

Verlie Burroughs is a west coast writer from Vancouver Island.

Gibson's Landing Beach House

It's Your Day

Winter isolation,
the car is broken,
the house is cold.

The wind blows hard,
the darkness looms,
the poet glooms.

Time is suspended,
past is rendered present.
You see a day so far away.

There is a boat in a bay,
there is a path, and a way,
a sky, a small café.

It is early, you can smell the bread baking,
you can hear the music playing.
It's your day.

A Snowy Winter Year

Snow flurry, no hurry...

Woke up to white, snow
falling like light, ever so fine,
like a mist, frozen in time -

Now I'm stuck inside this snow globe,
still in my bath robe. Snow in my hair.
Clearly, I'm not going anywhere.

Upside, outside the yard looks immaculate,
in its wooly winter jacket...

Winter Stones

Opinion

Less is more?
More is more?
more or less...

whatever

© 2019 Verlie Burroughs