last day of the year

slip on these repeto one last time
the winter has'nt been kind to them,
go to town
drink tea with a irishman,
spend a moment outside looking through a window
at the colours of rings,
maybe someday
next year,

and always,
with the songs
in
my head.

johnsburg, illinois....

"For you dear i was born
for you i was raised up
for you i will live
and for you i will die
for you i'm dying now..."

morning........

Sarah Moon........

i spent the early hours of the weekend with these gentlemen......

new poems to follow........