Thursday, December 16, 2010


At the request of my wife I wrote this very simple poem for a friend that was undergoing treatment for breast cancer. She had requested her friends to write or bring a poem to their next bi-weekly dinner. My hope was to contrast the fear and uncertainty of treatment (in the first line) with the optimism of recovery (in the second).



Crimson Sky

Crimson Sky

Enveloped by Darkness

Light, Eyes Flutter, Stretching



Chill, Shiver, Absent Sun

Crisp, Air warming

Tired, Drained, Sore, Energy absent

Burst of Energy, Refreshed, Normal

Today is coming to a close

Today is new, another chance

Miracle of the day passed

Miracle of the new day

Today is old

Today is new, Today is new…