Monday, December 14, 2009


Ant on an
Analemma gnomon
Climbs a code
Across light,
Across seasons
When color reclaims
This old gray road.
It too may
Overlay itself for
All I know.
Things come, go.
Things do.
New lives enter.
I like winter,
Don't you?

1 comment:

  1. As we approach the annual sundial of winter solstice, this poem has special resonance. It brings up all those signs that those of us on "this old gray road" recognize and count. Certainly I like this about winter, too! Thanks!