By Stephen McGuinness

Hanging yellow smoke,
Remnant of blue coal
Fire, retreats, yields ground
To offered stars, becoming
Magnificent in abundance.

Time, slowed with motion,
Allows a reluctant sun,
Lazy with sleep, to
Couple with a blind,
Impatient world.

Warmed colours run, then,
Easily into one another.
Streaks of glaring light
Shower brazen stripes
Over bleached winter streets

Burdened with yawned
Traffic, ploughing heavily
Towards yet more work.
Caught, snared, bewildered
Between Christmas and Spring.

via February 7th 2018 — Writing from poetry with a small p.