Through the Eyes of a Poet

Poetry

The blinding cold shattered my eyes this morning, as I walked the dog down our usual path of destruction, and the splintered world had unzipped yet another assault onto my senses. I heard it twice on the morning news.

My mind drifts from breakfast oatmeal to river rock and mountains to be climbed, through furious flurries that tumble from the sky, or a tender kiss that burns forever on the lips, through the ghostly morning mist, a sizzled smile upturned, moments captured for all eternity.

All these thoughts cradle and crush my soul, still I yearn to climb that gnarly tree that reaches to the stars, and see the world through someone else’s eyes.

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