this sight is silk, mirroring devotion
window frames or photo frames
the wetness of the day ahead
is already foreseen
where are the saints of broken dreams
and empty hearts--summon them
I see a familiar face and see
that, for now, it's just me
but did I not wish once upon a time
to know myself, sight the filigree
this light? On this threshold
I can pause gratefully
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Pic: Cream paperwhites in the foreground, magenta cyclamen at the back. What I think of as my "secret" flowers make today's blizzard bearable.
1 comment:
Oooh that's beautiful, Maya xo
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