Burrs in Winter

As the drapery folds, another stitch is sewn.
The burrs stash away snow in their sticky thimble thumbs.
I sit wooden in the living room.

Around me the walls feel my breathing.
Water still drips, cats still play...
Held in a pose simply watching the other hand move.

© 1990 Sonja Phinney in High Falls, NY

Quiet Misdemeanors

My motions are transgressive in this almost soundless environment.

Angels weave through the Jinn dancing like Lalla

Nude around the fire light;

Giving off Sophrosyne smiles

And grabbing the sparks

To ignite this wondrous illusion.


©-Sonja J Phinney 05-Jan-2006