As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Friday, January 7, 2011


Poem 6.....yet I am still one behind.  This week I have focused, looked, felt, desired and touched the words.....

It floats
Dancing amongst the light
Tiny movements
Fluttering, quivering
Against dusk
Silent grabs
Coloured by the fading sky
Its dancing stops
Amused by the stillness
Emersed in the shadows
Its drawn toward
Slowly exhaling Spring

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