Tag: poetry

Empty

Empty The wind was blowing as the day began, gusts that rattled the leaves left over from last fall and rolled them from under the bushes. The sky was clear blue, empty, for a while, until clouds started scudding in. Soon it was a gray-white ceiling that felt .. empty. The weather was cold, with…

Denouement

One of the first pieces I wrote was about my father and I going off to work on a winter morning. It was bitterly cold. I was off to deliver papers and dad was walking to work. My father was walking because one of our cars was in the shop and he wanted to leave…