March 2010
2 posts
“Those who wish to sing always find a song.”
– Swedish proverb
cold january snow
bare branches quiver in the wind
window panes shimmer with ice stars
we breathe deeply but my heart can’t seem to warm the air.
beating slows
and
stops.
time passes.
a pinprick of orange light in the corner
first, the desolation is thrown into sharp relief
the light forgives none of us.
creeping slowly, warmth trickles
onto trees, rocks, grass
upon first...