Judith E P Johnson
winter bedtime
I need
a nightcap

waking
from nightmares – is that
howl the wind?

snowpool
the silver fish
circles

housebound
on the couch
I eat sour grapes

by the fireside
warm reflections
in your voice

© Judith E P Johnson

Peter Macrow,
Tasmanian Times Poetry Editor.
Tasmanian poets or those with a Tasmanian link are invited to send up to 5 poems which have not appeared previously in print or electronic media to:
[email protected]

For the complete collection, click here: Poetry, Peter Macrow