Thursday, October 26, 2006

reset

shall we say
that home is a nest over the sea

and when God's counter resets
I return

my wings become hills of down
under the wind

shall we say that home
is a field of snow

and when God's counter resets
my white tips wait

to bloom upwards
meeting your breath

2 Comments:

Blogger MB said...

Puts the white tips of the autumnal clematis (which I saw first) into a different perspective! ;-)

Resetting the counter... what a fascinating metaphor. I'll be thinking about this one!

Friday, October 27, 2006 at 11:24:00 AM EDT  
Blogger Yes said...

As usual--the poem was not written with the images in my conscious mind--another "coincidence"!
Thanks for the comment...I'm glad you noticed the photo!

Friday, October 27, 2006 at 12:41:00 PM EDT  

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