For everything
versioned into some smaller part of itself;
beauties
like the cirrus reach
of a cold wind where the split day
teases –
there is night, there is morning,
there is that second
where anticipation is worth
more than the reason
and gentle things we are
to worry so
for life being this;
delicate as a snowflake
that melts on your tongue.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Thu 16th Jan 2014 12:50
Enchanting - and innately skilful like 'the cirrus reach of a cold wind' and 'anticipation is worth more than the reason'.