Dear Sky,

17 February 2010 § 1 Comment

Dear Sky,

Can i say it is Spring yet?
Do you tease when you
extrude cotton wisps
and exude meridian hues?

For i know birds and you
(but you have a secret language)
like a deafly tugging sister, wanting
And you’re not telling me
but i have my deepest suspicion
that song and color
Are pulling that dear gargantuan orb

Northward once more;


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§ One Response to Dear Sky,

  • Nicholas Barber says:

    Your words are delicate hands: not in the air, on the ground; you draw nigh and walk in celestial hymns, amidst the intoxication of mystic-heated wine…

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