Cold

It is a cold night so relentlessly cold

There is little one can do but become

The coldness seeping in from everywhere

No warm clothing or thoughts can warm it

It is from somewhere else this time not the

Climes we know of from weather reports

Not the distant seas where the storms are

From every year this time of year this part

Of the world that has had tasted hell's fires

You're colder every year we say every year

To the cold saying you're older every year

If it is as cold as this we could be found

Cold tomorrow to everything that stirs.

No more wonderful

The evening sky holds its azure face long enough 

For even passersby in a hurry to stop

And throw a glance before night turns it into 

The dark shade meant for the melancholic 

Behind the tree the moon is more sensed than seen, 

Not many still look out for it when it arrives 

Leisurely like a beloved who knows one is worth 

Waiting for and will not be stood up

The little one in the next balcony is learning 

His first words and trying to name wonders 

No more wonders for us like the bird or the tree.