Friday, March 16, 2012

wet makes grey





lay something beautiful
out for me - a walkway caught
between slate
seasons

the wet makes grey
seem a melting jewel - a morsel
of sun, a cut of clay; wet makes
grey

a play yard, a meeting
place for spring, in the dance of
blossom stilled by wet there
a robin dances in-
stead, wobbles, wallows, to
wipe its wing wide

there pools the last days, there
points the worm to hide its
face from soon sunlight - wet is good
and warm when held
in-between, all
while

grey laughs
at the days it has left
to display

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2013

4 comments:

  1. wet grey days lead to sunny springy ones

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  2. I read this out loud to myself, what a pleasure of words

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  3. Barbara, I 'became' clay, slate, a worm, a blossom, a jewel, robin, a 'wetness', a laughing grey...and a happy Peep:

    ALL FROM READING THIS TWICE, dear!!!
    LOVE it.
    Thank you, Ms Descriptive-Peep.

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