there’s a certain serenity in a Sunday sunrise
the first of the day’s rays poking through leaden skies
caressing the hills
stroking the countryside

the wind in the trees
winter chills
the rain on the pane
of the window that looks east
toward the rhythmic clickety-clack of a train
in the distance


To Sleep

the peace
of a good night’s sleep
evades me,
thoughts of
what was,
was lost,
run rampant through
the twilight of my
near sleep state,
dreams just out of reach,
beyond the curtain
of consciousness.

“…to sleep,
perchance to dream.”