In the early hours
The winter light
Is just beginning, gathering
As she breathes in
The cold November air
Tonight has been
Quiet and she does
Not seem to care
For she is young
And does not fear
The sounds from all
The nearby
Empty places where all of the
Men have torn away
The trees
And she has wandered far away
From home
There has been
A light dusting of snow
And through the woods on the darkest night
She goes. No sounds
And only a walk upon the places
Where all the grass has disappeared
And in the early hours
As the winter light
Is just beginning, gathering
She breathes in
The cold November air
The sudden sound
A machine. Curious,
What are you?
“Sleep”
About R.M. Engelhardt:
R.M. Engelhardt is an author, poet & writer whose work over the years has appeared in many journals & magazines such as Rusty Truck, Thunder Sandwich, Full of Crow, In Between Hangovers, Writers Resist, The Rye Whiskey Review and in many others. His new book of poetry is called Coffee Ass Blues & Other Poems published by Alien Buddha Press (2018). He is also the host of The Troy Poetry Mission, an open mic for poets located in Troy, New York.
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