sparrow song

old man winter
                   (silent but heavy-footed)
rifles through his ammunition
  and barrages us with gales and lighting.
we are sparrows
                    braving winter’s tempered knuckles,
only to cave to
                 butterflies and primroses mixing potent
                 in our warm bellies.

we lay,
       – hearts flitting, beating brittle wings –
in the only spot winter
    has not yet stumbled upon.

your profile reminds me
                   of the eastern coast
and i find myself in libraries
                     and book stores,
running my fingers along atlas pages

                                  imagining.

(eye to telescope:
                          winter now has both eyes closed)

we were accidental
         our grey that took over the world
              i nestle into sea-cliffs
and wait for summer to change our colour

copyright, as always.

the journal may have to wait another two months. apologies.

perhaps my muse has returned. 3 weeks, counting down. xo;

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May 16, 2007

beautiful. as always.college classes start three months from today. i’m sure i can deal with waiting another two months. i’m just happy it’s (hopefully!) finally happening.<3

May 16, 2007

Wow. Just wonderful. I can’t think of much else to say.

May 16, 2007

wonderful. good to see you writing.

May 16, 2007

oh gosh, i have missed you.welcome back, sweetheart.xx.

May 16, 2007

Ah, there’s that girl I used to know! I hope your muse has returned because that was beautiful. I got the best imagery in my head. Holy shitballs batman! 3 weeks! I’m so FKING EXCITED!! See you THERE! xoxoxox

May 16, 2007

That was just lovely.xo;

god I’ve missed you. ((Noelle))

May 17, 2007

I like the first couple of lines. Just a really nice image.

May 17, 2007

beautiful writing. lovee<3

May 17, 2007

a sense of peace. love your words, as always.