Something on that, often all-consuming, need to write:

Possession*

I think I’m possessed!

Who speaks through me?

Do I know you?

You send me words and words,

And I must write!

I fear you, and yet,

I fear your departure more.

And with winter upon the northern hemisphere:

Snowfall*

Peace – Peace –

It is a holy silence that comes with snowfall.

The world is a cathedral at peace in silver light.

Breath is drawn in deeper and sedates the single soul,

Frosty flakes of magic transfix a living thing,

Like down from Angel wing.

Both poems originally appeared in Textures, a university English department journal. 

* By:    K.G.