Snow Drift
Kindred spirits,
snow drifts and
the owl takes
refuge from the
storm.
Field mouse
appearing
from unthinkable
night, brave as a
rogue shooting star.
I huddle in the safe
confines of suburbian
refuge, regrets and
bourbon, the dark
and the light; intertwined.
Words spoken in
homage to the dead,
I forgive you, echo the
ghost of a tortured past.
Orange and red flames
intermingle, logs are snakes,
hissing upon a sputtering fire.
In a flash, the power shifts
to the owl outside, claws
snap, a stranglehold,
the mouse never stood
a chance.
©2023 Wayne Russell All rights reserved.
Wayne Russell has been published in many zines, magazines, and anthologies. Both online and in print. In his spare time, he likes to practice his guitar, sing, creative writing, and photography. Wayne’s first full-length poetry book Where Angels Fear can be purchased on Amazon.