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;
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
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Wow. Just wonderful. I can’t think of much else to say.
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wonderful. good to see you writing.
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oh gosh, i have missed you.welcome back, sweetheart.xx.
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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
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That was just lovely.xo;
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god I’ve missed you. ((Noelle))
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I like the first couple of lines. Just a really nice image.
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beautiful writing. lovee<3
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a sense of peace. love your words, as always.
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