Cobblestones drink morning frost
Leather cover stays unlost
Pages breathe in silver air
Ink waits for a wandering stare
Leather winter holds the light
Pages turning through the night
Fingers trace the embossed name
Bus route burns like gasoline flame
Steam rises from subway grate
Notebook leans on garden gate
Silver pen clips to the spine
Winter writes its own design
Shutter snaps the alley mouth
Pages flutter, heading south
Gloved thumb strokes the worn edge smooth
Time stamps move in silent groove
Leather winter holds the light
Pages turning through the night
Fingers trace the embossed name
Bus route burns like gasoline flame
Developer smells like rain
Darkroom glows orange again
Negative strips hang to dry
Winter notebook, you and I
Bus arrives with hydraulic sigh
Notebook stays as cars rush by
Leather cracks but holds the line
Winter writes in turpentine
Leather winter holds the light
Pages turning through the night
Fingers trace the embossed name
Bus route burns like gasoline flame
Shutter clicks on frozen stone
Leather winter walks home
