Bedroom Spirits

Are you still entrapped as things turn from black to white?
The scent of flowers that seem to move from inactive to active in the white flakes of winter;
Set apart in the offset?

Descending in and out of their reality;
several years knowing neither birth nor ending...

Frosted windows provide a tranquil empty space
where we fixate our fingers.

Lights flicker to the past.
Jagged white tromping spirits
run up to the foot of the bed
in hopes of hearing
another bedtime story.

© 23-Jan-2008 Sonja J. Phinney

Wee See Inside

A galloping prance as suspicious as a
Court jester teasing at incoming visitors.
This child looks into the eyes of another and listens
For the colors.
Smells are finely registered.
Sifting away particulates.
Gems, succulent in taste,
Light penetrates through the vapors.

Eyes are as bright as lures in the snow
Find a box to hide their innermost
Inside.

-Sonja J Phinney © 27-Sep-2007