Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Sunlight, pale

Sunlight, pale
through a cool window
edges sideways
on gold
and on
dim memory
that has not
yet become,
but wants
to be.
do not let it,
let my senses
fill instead
only with
the pure flow
of wordless light.


Sonja said...

Beautiful. Your blog is awesome. Do you compose while out hunting for mice, or after dinner. Or as appears to be the case today, before breakfast?

coyote said...

I find that chasing bunnies before breakfast usually gets the (mental) juices flowing...