the dance of life
.
feather and rock
needle and stone
leaf and boulder
.
tree tall
and night fall
.
debris and detritus
claiming space
the shape of beauty
.
wind blown
and heart thrown
.
spinning spinning
in the grey pirouette
of hope’s abandon
.
October 31st, 2013 at 9:06 am
your writing has really improved as of late.your use of metaphors is astounding!