I awoke
with mountains in their heights
that spoke
of memories that wove
through knees
thighs
and ***** bone --
to the inky waters of the lake below.
In that cabin
where the sable pines enclose
and all about
from coral-white
to grayish
turquoise-blue
snow.
That scene:
on the edge
where the stillness
Knows.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC
I awoke
with mountains in their heights
that spoke
of memories that wove
through knees
thighs
and ***** bone --
to the inky waters of the lake below.
In that cabin
where the sable pines enclose
and all about
from coral-white
to grayish
turquoise-blue
snow.
That scene:
on the edge
where the stillness
Knows.
Written because it was inspired by Daisy Clarke's painting, a friend, of a mountain cabin scene surrounded by a lake.
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