Monday, July 10, 2006


(Image: 'Layers', by kind permission of fingers)

She shifts
shimmers slow
against the slant
of incandescence
spray teasing
sun's intentions
mist turning prisms
breaking white apart
shining through
colours thin
as onionskin
scattered shades
for her to wear,
of transparence
chosen from
a waterfall
so deep
there is
no centre,
but the depth
of her light.

1 comment:

Fingers said...

thank you, coyote