all the colours and you

In the blue hour I wake
just before the dawn.
In the grey hour i sleep
Six under the lawn.
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In-between

+++++++++++++++++++
i live,
With all the colours
And you

pater in absentia

where did our fathers go?
we do not know
but a space they left.

of which

we are unwittingly
bereft


but with each gasp taken
and every heart beat
we feel a little happier
stumbling to our feet.

at last we are fathers
both you
and i.

we make up for their loses

snowy crushes

like the first snow,
you are there,
a soft caress
on concrete sidewalks.

gentle and intricate
your handiwork
does build,
until,
it is stacked high.

- a mountain of young child delights.

your thoughts are:

snowmen,
sleds,
and slushy fights.

your eyes are the

reflection

of white, bright,
snowy nights.

like the crunch,
underfoot,
you are there
on all our hearts.