Thursday, November 10, 2016

Flittering, skittering
Tentative, Hesitant
A single shoot stretching
Through so much old snow
A remembrance of things
At once too green to be of this place
And yet too vulnerable for elsewhere

Ice beneath summer's slow touch
I feel the irregularities of each pulse
And find your echo
Still haunting these fragile vessels
Unafraid of spiderwebs
Lest fear should snatch my balance
And I miss you
Before you've even gone.

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