martes, 29 de noviembre de 2011

blades of winter

the days are short
of pale light
on the surface
of the blades
of winter

the leaves
make their beds
on the ground
cleaving to one another

the wind
entones a different music
among the nude branches

we walk
through the flames
of memory
its swords

‘neath tenuous skies
absorbing the colors
of the distant sun
requires patience

when I notice
its nature
edge and cavern
I find the point
of  equilibrium

--Lorena © 2011

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