bad weather

Winter Nights

Night comes quickly

During the lonely and desolate winter months

Talk is cheap, used sparingly

No one is interested, no one is listening

Great plans are laid to rest

To rise again — but only to again fall

Into the darkness, the nothingness, the mire

But we keep our memories close at hand

To use when the mind’s well runs dry

And the winds blow too cold

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

Bad Weather Day

Another lousy day for the outside world

Filled with whipping winds and driving rains

It’s too cold outside, for my liking

But in here it toasty

I brew some fresh coffee

Strong, Cuban style

Something to get the blood moving

Shake off the cobwebs, and the gloom of the day

With a fresh cup in hand I sit down to write

I find, however

I do better just staring out the window

Feeling a bit smug

At all my creature comforts

I don’t need all of this

I would survive outside, alone

Even on a day like today

However, I enjoy my spoils

I want to call a friend over and share all this

But I can’t decide who I’d like to share this with

This lucky and perfect day

So instead of that call

I continue to gaze fixedly and intently

Out the window, at the driving rains

And this bad weather day

© Dicky J Loweman 2014