10 January 2013

Bound In a Copper Jug




morning light
softens everything touched by 
the long fingers of dawn's gentle rays


whispers, secrets
silent tears and dreams
buried deep within the impossible curves
of each petaled layer 
of petticoats



blooms turning their faces to the frigid blue winter sky
as a warm cape of sunlight falls around
breaking down the barriers of my frozen heart


flowers on a cedar window sill
bound in copper jug
cold window panes behind
caught in time
growing more beautiful as they die
chasing sunlight




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