After Cold-
a poem...
After the cold, a lesser cold, hesitant raindrops came down, a million whispers to the air, secrets we never knew we kept, mysteries to unravel minds glistening in the shiny dark, So we traversed benighted winter, trusted our half-remembered way, beclouded from all star and moon, the world a shadow without shape and every windowlight a beacon beckoning us toward love and life.





I love the outlines, the splash and dash, shadow shading and moving...and we get to fill and wash the frame to be ours as we move along...