Monday, January 20, 2014

paperwhite

the first white bloom
bright on winter's grey,
the grey that envelops
time as if
the sun
does not exist,
did not ever exist.

the world is lit
only by farther stars,
each sends just a flicker at the grey,
cloudcover, only broken by
the first white bloom.

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