in the wintering of her mind.
She spins, toe prints coveredand recovered
by the dancing of the storm.
The Wind, her partner,
twirls her stifflyand lifts her hair in
a funneling chaos of sound.She recalls, faintly
the hum of embers
popping with the tunes
in his voice.
His eyes, half-liddedflick like candles-
distant as her heart in the storm.
2 comments:
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Absolutely gorgeous, Ever! Your imagery is just exquisite. And of course, the way you formatted it adds to it. :)
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