Tuesday, January 12, 2010


Water slows and thickens,
and eventually glasses over.

Impenetrable - resistant -
forcing a different sort of interaction.

Now it's become a medium
that cannot be entered.

Private, closed off,
its movement is introspective.

Trees, plants, animals,
all follow this meditative tendency,

snuggled beneath a snow-castle fantasy -
the frozen flower of winter's seed.


Blogger 2 peas in a pod said...

To me this is perfection.

Love, Laura

4:02 AM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Hi Laura, thanks :)

3:08 PM  

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