i am not counting the days By Keith Pearson

honest i am not

but there is something

ready to burst

in my chest

like a pod on

the last cat o nine tails

standing in the lowacres

foolish aged and proud

turned head on

to face the first

howling gale of

the coming winter.

Keith Pearson

I live in southern New Hampshire and works with special ed students at a local high school.