the sky turns a shade more
gray;
today the raindrops are tense.
turn it silver, run your fingers
through the taste of
the air, don't forget
this moment, the feeling
of now
and thoughts are falling
like the smell
of newly picked strawberries
4/28/10
silver and fences
the sky turns a shade more
gray;
today the raindrops are tense.
turn it silver, run your fingers
through the taste of
the air, don't forget
this moment, the feeling
of now
and thoughts are falling
like the smell
of newly picked strawberries
2 comments:
I like the simile of thoughts vs. smell of strawberries. beautiful!
such a nice poem and picture they mix together nicely.
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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)