Tuesday, March 8, 2011


grey petals of sorrow
folded & felted
mark the day
the weight & harshness of steel satin
thick with embroidery
makes movement graceless & awkward
a missing
a loneliness lingers in every nuance of presence
but ohh it is so veiled ...
paisley quilted-golden mirth weaves
it's trail into the fabric of change
changing perspective & vision & hope
winter is like that
contrast & dance
sleep & dream 
sharp cold & promise of spring 
...... golden once again 

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