#unassuming
The words
lay upon the ears
- so light and unassuming.
Like fluff and feathers,
snowflakes and foam.
But who knows
what tumours roil
beneath such welcoming
countenances.
Dec 22, 2021
Dec 22, 2021 at 7:08 AM UTC
A whispered glory;
the moon sets in summer while we sleep.
No theatre, no painting the skies
with an explosion of polychromatic pomp.
I aspire to be more moon than sun;
that companions shine in my company,
a benign influence
and relish phases dipped in shadow.
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 9:29 AM UTC