Poetry
Winters Dawn
The understanding didn’t arrive in an explosion of flashing brilliance..
its appearance was more a stream of filtered light,
an amber glow, cutting its path in front of a winterish day. A seeping dawning warmth that spread its roots, finding its home
in the heart.
A blanket of light that neither coddled, nor smothered, yet filled
the gaping chest cavity with its notion Love is…. simple, simply there Turn your back and walk away, or face it, and embrace it.
It remains none the less, no flash in the pan, nor adrenaline rush. And through the dawning of winter, © 2006 Robynne Black Graphic design ©  Image ©www.sxc.hu/index.phtml |