Reaching Past Winter

Turn a Page

All along the sepia shore
the tin can homes
climb and descend
The smoke and steam
are at war
with the rain
and it's furious storm

I open a book
in my den
The fire dancing
and curtains still
No earthly spirit
touching me then
Living beyond
the heavens' bend

Each flashing light
and thunderous roar
interrupting the aura
of the amber glow
Brought the story
screaming to life
and made my heart
enjoy the show

Some fiend indeed
on row and yard
Creeped slow into
my very heart
and raised the hackles
of my fearful soul
as light grew dim
and room turned cold

Once a bobby
on his beat
for years upon
his own flat feet
in my youth
many a crime
put to bed
by these hands
of mine

Hands that now
turn a page
on a life
into old age
yet that world
whispers still
and scratches at
my windowsill

One jack I know
who in their sleep
down along
the river deep
hunted beggars
and their lot
For sport until
he was caught