The cold claws of night
Are creeping in quickly.
It was -10 yesterday and
Will be twice as cold this evening.
I pull you closer.
We sway back and forth,
Tides under the moon.
We watch the goldfinches gobble
I question checking my phone
Or turning on the impeachment news.
Feeding you a bottle of warm milk
Is all that is in my control.
As comfort fills your belly,
You go from having your dukes up
To playing the piano.
I’d like to slip away with you
Into that deep ocean of sleep,
Where your eyes are like blue marbles
Surrounded by pearls.
At dusk, redbird flies away,
The last light of day pinned to his feather.
My mind wants to stay here forever.
You by my side.
How could I be gifted anything more?
Mom walks through the nursery door.
About the Author
All poetry is original work by Brian Gibbs.