Poets in Winter

“A Severe Lack of Holiday Spirit” 
 
People hit 

the sauce in a big way all winter.
Amidst blizzards they wrestle
unsuccessfully with the dark comedy
of their lives, laughter trapped
in their frigid gizzards.  Meanwhile,
the mercury just plummets,
like a migrating duck blasted
out of the sky by some hunter

in a cap with fur earflaps.
 
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 “January”
 
The days are short,
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
 
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“Now winter nights enlarge”
 
Now winter nights enlarge
This number of their hours;
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.
 
Let now the chimneys blaze
And cups o’erflow with wine
Let well-tuned words amaze
With harmony divine..
.
This time doth well dispense
With lovers’ long discourse;
Much speech hath some defense,
Though beauty no remorse.
 
All do not all things well:
Some measures comely tread,
Some knotted riddles tell,
 
Some poems smoothly read.
The summer hath his joys,
And winter his delights;
Though love and all his pleasures are but toys
They shorten tedious nights.
 
 
 
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The Cat in The Mist

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The Cat in The Mist
 
The evening sky’s darken, falling slowly to the ground,
Soft mist is filling the air with a whispering sound.
A dim light from a lantern exposes something down below,
It’s a sleek black cat with a shiny coat moving very slow.
 
I’ve never seen the like of it, a smooth sophisticated stroll,
Gazing upon him I question myself , is he’s tired hungry or cold
I watch this silent creature move down the cool wet street,
I wonder if there is a home, a someone waiting for him to greet. 
 
Perhaps he lives in the city with a  pack of other cats,
Or possibly  he’s a loner and stays near the railroad tracts.
If I knew for certain that this little guy lived all alone,
There would be no hesitation for me to take him home.
 
Eileen  2015