Monday, March 18, 2013

wild states

anchor and daisy
something so delicate
weaving time
and time is a number that rests on the wall
repeated refrains of nature

what caught my eye
joy hidden in the willow basket
rugged and true
a box to hold the universe
velvet evening

bring me lilacs, please
bring me the light
I'd be a liar if I said
you make me feel...

nothing is black and white

[i did not write these lines; i only found and arranged them]
[i may have read Mornings Like This recently]