Faye Sizemore


Winter sun… pale and thin
… very little warmth seeps in
hardly enough to ease from the cold
… these shivering bones of old
Tattered coats and ragged clothes
… hard days they have seen those
Patches here… and patches there
sewed in patience with loving care
The clothes being mended are so old
but with a few stitches can warm some soul
Sewn by someone… thankful for warm place
to warm someone on the street… for a space
of a few moments in this life
where cold cuts… like a knife