Lemon squeezings warming,
and on left
a warm and tingle from the low sun.
My right, shaded winded,
Cools and swirls.
Today is a first.
To shake the cobwebs from our skeletons
and let the sun grow out skin and hair
Back.
With a ray.
all places to see hold pale echos,
Winter's creatures lounging.
A moment suspended,
eternal and perfect.
I always think of the end.
A spark today.
I will always have more first days of Spring
and Winter.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
Lemon squeezings warming,
and on left
a warm and tingle from the low sun.
My right, shaded winded,
Cools and swirls.
Today is a first.
To shake the cobwebs from our skeletons
and let the sun grow out skin and hair
Back.
With a ray.
all places to see hold pale echos,
Winter's creatures lounging.
A moment suspended,
eternal and perfect.
I always think of the end.
A spark today.
I will always have more first days of Spring
and Winter.
Request permission to use this poem