GREY FROZEN MORNINGS
Among charcoal shadows
Of mournful dreams
Morning was creeping through,
Hidden in mildewed willows.
Passionate arms are ropes
Holding down the soul.
Grey frozen mornings
strangle, choke smother.
Love decays in light
Slipping to worms
and joy crumbles.
I do not love you in the mornings.
---Joanne Emmerson