February 19, 2018

Dawn’s gold washes brick
walls with pink under a thin
cream to grey-blue sky.

Below, in lucent
grey-blue shadows, a dull white
cover of snow melts.

Mary and Peg sleep
behind closed doors. I turn the
laptop speakers off

to protect the peace
before the dogs next door bark
and Mary rises

to take care of Peg,
who has a really bad cold.
Now, I sit writing,

in the gentle light,
in the quiet between dreams and
the clamorous day.

Roy Herndon Smith