Palest orange, a watercolor
wash slips in behind
bared branches
variegated,
rustling leaves.
You slumber,
down in the cellar,
fearless of the spiders
and centipedes.
Awakening me
with your roar
my sleep vanishes,
trading places
with blessed warmth.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
Palest orange, a watercolor
wash slips in behind
bared branches
variegated,
rustling leaves.
You slumber,
down in the cellar,
fearless of the spiders
and centipedes.
Awakening me
with your roar
my sleep vanishes,
trading places
with blessed warmth.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
