imagination

 the sun

moves across 

south east in the sky

it clearly moves above as the day

minutes tick away

an imaginary tale of spinning

a bit unnecessary 

in an age of high tech devices

showing us

what once depended on 

our imagination...

passed the shortest day

nearly cold enough to freeze the ink

picked a great day to pull a book off the shelf

all dusty with old thoughts in them

the pages that came before 

should have warmed the book up 

when the weather was more outside inviting

most of the writing done under the natural sky

and tonight it couldn't be any clearer

thankfully passed the shortest day of the year

don't mind the long nights

but the shortest day 

can be someone else's favorite

day because it is not mine

if the wind wasn't blowing

and would maybe stay still 

for 20 minutes

it wouldn't be so hard to enjoy

winter and get some thought out

brought back twenty year thoughts 

of walking campus end to end

and result was a frozen moustache

as wind picks up and freezes the corners

of my eyes

glad I am not at the south pole

it never warms up

allegedly...