
the crystal fingers
of cold
will come
to grip my heart
but for now
the sun bathes the meadows
in gold and shadows
and my lips
curl like the petals of a rose.
for now the leaves spill
like whispers,
for now the wind is shy,
for now the waters kiss the sky
in a gentle dance.
before the cruelty
of the white mother
there is light.
before the world
descends into little houses
buried in styrofoam
there is sunshine.
i know the night looms near
but for now
there is sunshine
and i will dance.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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