autumn
burning winter
sharpening storms
underneath rose blue
sky and clouds shining
a swift green river down
seawards colors evaporating
rushing away today from tomorrow
the plank still flecked with paint
tosses its journey in time
with the world’s
chrysalis
birth

#122. sara

December 25, 2009

sara

sometimes when i look at you
in my eye or in my mind

i feel like the paint
is still wet on my life

the possibilities that you
gift to me

are brighter each truly conscious
moment ensphered with you

so that all joy pain mirth and sorrow
dwell interior to my spirit

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