Monday, December 21, 2009

Through Darkness

How can something cold make me feel warm?/ Your little bits of selves/ Flying joyously, furiously, through my sky/ Outside the windows where the flood lights brighten/ A million things aloft on some wind/ Through darkness/ You are masks/ To block me from the world I don't want to see/ Just for now/ Just right now/ I'll kneel on the carpet/ Lay my chin on the windowsill/ And think only about falling snow.

1 comment:

Susan J. Reinhardt said...

Beautiful thoughts, Becky.

Susan :)