Muddy boots
on wet ground
as breath puffs
little clouds
into the air
and the scent
of decay
fills the senses
as the sun
begins to set
and shadows lengthen
to announce
day’s end
as temperatures drop
Gideon’s Challenge
Gideon’s Challenge
When the day ends
and we fall into bed
with blue satin sheets
to pillow our heads
and the sandman comes
to knock us out cold
where does the world go
as we’re snoring so bold
how can we know
what possibly lies
out beyond curtains
and our closed eyes
Will the world wait
or will it move on
while we dream of sweet cream
and sugarplums





