Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Dawn



Dawn created indigo shadows
spattered over the pebbled ground
phenomenal things occurred
with every breath the day took.

shadows in sprawling patterns,
scattered
in strange ways
finding connections
to the ground it lay upon.

inanimate, intangible coincidences
the ways of the universe

the wind made a leaf laugh
it grows yellow, mellow
dries and dies.

In my head is a dead butterfly
iridescent powder from its wings
filling the fissures and folds.

1 comment:

Rubin said...

"dead butterfly
iridescent powder from its wings
filling the fissures and folds."

Such a beautiful vivid image you create with your words.
Whoever and whatever inspires you, must feel so proud of you.