GRAINS OF SAND
the morning silent not a breath of air snow still on the ground
it is spring and in spring you can expect
the unexpected you enter the room traces of mud still on your boots
a bright feather in your cap your pockets full you hum a pleasing tune
familiar and yet reminds me of a distant land
far pavilions mountains rise plains spread to the horizon
you acknowledge me kiss my lips and begin your story
where you have been what you have seen gains of pink sand between your fingers
April 26, 2017
9 comments:
Nice. I like the serenity here and the implied love of the two.
(Really? There's still snow in Taos?)
I enjoy how we can travel so far in time and space on suggestions from a presence, from a surprise. Does it matter if we have been there before or if it seems an entirely new fantasy? I'm suspecting you have a little spring fever.
Lovely, Annell. 'where have you been, what have you seen' - this line really captured me.
This is lovely, a happy man, full of stories......love the pink sand between his fingers.
Oh I love this! Especially; "you acknowledge me, kiss my lips and begin your story where you have been, what you have seen, gains of pink sand between your fingers" left me absolutely breathless!
"where you have been what you have seen ..." the loving tone in these lines brings to mind an image of a lover long waiting for the speaker to come home. Joyful!
Really like this Annell, especially the delicacy of an intimacy shared, and the pink grains of sand still on fingers.
Elizabeth
You sparked my interest at the line of telling. Now I too want to know
Much love...
This is lovely, Annell. And I like your graphic formatting. A very compelling style.
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