Winter Black

A frigid
                               northwest
        breeze
                    stalks me
                         
                            from
 
the lakeshore,
                               no signs
        of spring.
 
Just dirty
                               white streets
        against
                   winter black
                   
                             shadows.
 
My balcony
                               garden is
        small,
                   and frozen.
 
I long to be
                                some place
        warm,
                   watching
 
                            sandpipers.

 

© Rob Taylor, 2020



“As each moment progresses, the human being must answer the two quintessential questions: Which forms of influence will dominate me? To which forms of influence will I contribute?”

Taylor, Rob. The Irreducible Primary: A Dialogue on Nature, Spirituality, and the Human Condition (p. 43). Rob Taylor. Kindle Edition.