Frost, white and silent lay On the curled black asphalt blanket Of shingles on my neighbor’s roof. Below, the family lies sleeping, While the footprints of Of dawn trace The minutes, the seconds, The individual ticks Of a clock keeping pace With the register on my wall, Heat covering Me while mocking The cold, quiet, … Continue reading Footprints
Category: Scott Sprunger
Finding Time
County Road 79, Fieldstones stacked, A bridge over the ditch holding Dark water, a tangled ball of barbed wire, And a Coke can pink from the sun. With the slow sway of seventy years, I cross it to a far off place, In another time. White barn leaning Into the slight breeze from the east, … Continue reading Finding Time
