Thursday, January 29, 2015

shifting from my dream

shifting from my dream
I fret myself to wakefulness
certain to avoid in future
what I'll face anon: the squandered
perfect snow-lit day–

the pupils of my eyes dilated
my vision to survey–
I'll lose bright winter hours after,
seasick, shading glorious light
in which I'd normally delight.

©2015 Ravenna Taylor

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