march
I promised myself in the thaw
that I would sip more tea,
take a few hours for china
and travel in the elliptic swirl of
steam
off the lip of a tiny cup
the days are warmer now
but this is no time for moccasins
the snow grows heavy and
slides from the roof
in avalanche proportions
sleep less
think more
in the blindness of white light
reflected off snowy banks
blue melts from iris
and there is no more walking on water
posted by Heather Glasgow @ Wednesday, March 08, 2006
2 comments
2 Comments:
oh! oh! heather, you make me rage with talent-envy. elliptic swirl of steam... snow grows heavy... and the ending! you know it's ALWAYS time for moccasins tho, right? wet moccasins filled with frappachino road slush will do when there's no more walking on water. i love it. i'll drink (my tea) to that.
Keep up the good work
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