Saturday, May 30, 2015

David Norris writes

Memories Rippling in the Wind

We were trees
along a sunset
fallen in snow

We were leaves
turning golden
never greened

We were water
a blue reflection
mirrors in our eyes

The joy in our hearts 

1 comment:

  1. Sharply visual, this evocative poem suggests all sorts of correspondences without explicitly spelling any of them out. So we get to supply our own associations.


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