Poems Submitted by Our Readers

The chill of the air
The warm of the bed
The snow on the ground
The thoughts in my head.

The smell of the fire
The sight of the moon
The thoughts of desire
Throughout my head loom.

The chill of the night
The howl of my mind
The echo of reason
Does seem quite unkind.

The light at the door
The face in the glass
Breathes cold air t'ward
The field and the grass.

The puzzled look
Or the knowing stare
Begs the thought of:
"What did stand there?"

The coming dawn's glow
Is so far away
The face at the glass
Stays puzzled today.


Sammy Gravano