Tuesday, February 18, 2014

blue of late winter









the sky sings with vapor trails
pulsing against the buried pockets of the Akash Ganga
sounding of brightness & cobalt mystery
bird-wing to particles of stars & dust motes
gathered under this dome of shifting cerulean
morning's haze veils the depth
banishing dark matter beyond our spiral care
falling, colliding, enveloping
listen …
feel …
the pressure of awakening rests
in the wired connection of the reach
wind sweeps out of the west :
warming the rise 

3 comments:

  1. We all look forward to the Spring, and through your words, I shall look forward to it more intently.

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