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
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
posted by Yes at 11:50 PM
2 Comments:
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!
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!
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