{Around the Frame}
“And miles to go before I–”/in haze grayed skies, struck with clockwork lightning/they too, they too, they too ask/how long the thunder rolls/crashing/breaking/sending too their skin to goosebump and too their minds to fear/in tired raw voices they weep.
{The Footboard}
And though I toss,
turn,
and shake,
there is silence here,
between these sheets,
kindness to blankets.
No thunder wild rampage,
no bright ‘n brash report.
{The Headboard}
And for all the that and that,
here lay my head,
safe and warm in comfort,
in wood worked by hands of mine,
in shelter of my own design.
{The Slats}
though you’ll never see/these blessings and wishes/still here they be/share this bed with me/and may all its comfort extend/and may our joys know no end/for it’s miles and miles before we sleep/and winter woods are quiet and deep/come, drift with me to sleep.
