Monday, December 19, 2016

9:49 on a december morning















some days reflect white on white
white to brick-red briskness bites
as
clarity lingers upon the landscape of loss opalescent & pearled
knit-one-pearl-two
wind is still
snow shrinks to whisper pools of winter
softly it is childhood : folded in & dripping joy through holes pierced by an ache so large it fills the sky with blue blue rolled up & spilling upon land frozen & waiting ,,,,
knit-one-pearl-two
crispness becomes home becomes bone
as
a wren comes and sits upon this folded day
blue-blue rolled up & spilling ...


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