Windowless Jail Cell
A little window from your room
Let our letters be
Because for a time
Separated souls are we.
Let our little lights shine
The gay breezes of our day
As leaves we rake send joy
Along, along, along your way.
Cherry grape tomatoes
Still hang upon the vine
Lingering memories of sweet
Fruit, turned to precious wine.
The pool so chilly on my arm
As from the skimmer I pull
Handfulls of matted leaves
That encase my arm like wool.
Sunlight warms in muted tones
The yard in patches green
I worry not of tomorrow lights
For today the joy’s still seen.
I know not what the breeze will bring
When the Nordic air doth blow
Down from the frozen Artic heart
Challenging what I know.
So I trust the colors still glow
In places far and wide
When the only truth I have,
Is poetry inside.
Stacy Peterson
