Whispering through the sash at my bedside
your crisp-night-breath tucks me into sleep and then
curls upon my quilt slowly looking for my toes.
Pinwheels of cold clean sharp rain .......cloud and then calm
circle through the calendar days by the score.
Drops drum down softly from the attic.....lap.....lapping
though fine iridescent moss, re-gilding every
edge and step and limb and crevice with freshened velveteen
filtering new puddles of
sea-bound drops.
10.23.2011
your crisp-night-breath tucks me into sleep and then
curls upon my quilt slowly looking for my toes.
Pinwheels of cold clean sharp rain .......cloud and then calm
circle through the calendar days by the score.
Drops drum down softly from the attic.....lap.....lapping
though fine iridescent moss, re-gilding every
edge and step and limb and crevice with freshened velveteen
filtering new puddles of
sea-bound drops.
10.23.2011
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