These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

In Search of Another Poem

Waiting for a piece to write,
sitting, resting, hearing sounds.
There may be no amazing sight,
but grabbing thoughts, that make the rounds.

Again, the silhouettes stand tall
against the sunset's waning light.
How do these pines scrape sky and call,
"We'll keep the wind, while you keep night"?

The cars aren't bothered as light dims.
Their places going must be kept.
Inflate the tires and shine the rims
to drive in safety, quite adept.

The cold's not bitter on this eve.
The gentle temps are wondrous gift.
A peaceful heart we may receive
as respite from the freeze doth lift.

The birds are quiet, crickets, too.
I wonder 'bout their mood, right now.
What will this night confess and do?
When will good sleep affect thy brow?

by Jay O’Toole
on February 9th, 2026