Snow falling outside the window
Snow falling on the venues at Sochi
While I watch winter,
I dream of hot water:
Olympic bath time.
(They don’t offer a medal for shivering
and that’s my best winter activity).
poem- sick February 11, 2014
Snuffling with fuzzy head,
her frigid feet
in search of heat,
she creeps, shivering between the sheets.
Piled high with fill from sheep and geese
duvets do not suffice to thaw her feet of ice.
As her teeth tremble a timpanic tintannabulation
of unsympathetic vibrations
She seeks cessation of sensation
in the oblivion of sleep.
poem- alone February 7, 2014
Alone
in the spare bed
preserving the sleep
of the regular bed mate
thankful for the heat of
canine companions
who don’t complain
when I cough.
Shawn L. Bird 