1.
Nights,
I sketch for myself with the desk light
the outline of a cave
and fill it with
the shadows of my hands, my familiars,
who press vaguely
as I work
against its walls with their wings.
2.
Snow has been falling since
before I woke
I pushed the window high
between the second and third floors
The color of winter is not white,
but
streetlight-snow.
Beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteI really like the lines about your hand-shadows.
Jenica - thank you. shadows take up no space at all, but you can fill endless spaces with them.
ReplyDeleteI love the line -
ReplyDelete"The color of winter is not white but streetlight-snow."
It made me smile as I thought of the scene.
Holly ♥
Holly - Like this...but I guess you know; you do live in snow too!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and soft.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lexi.
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