Unsettled

August 19, 2010

And so

a soft chill

now concedes to

its normal routine

of easing my memories –

Down to the edge

of their borders;

sinking lower,

gradually, by degrees

as hopps, malt and dew

refresh once-parched lips

touching sweet ember

like a sunset 

not forgotten,

nor remembered.

It was really you

I was looking for.

Photo by Nancy Rosback.

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One Response to “Unsettled”

  1. woah…..i actually felt myself relaxing into an amber light …the words touch and lips and sunset…very pretty and brings me even more connected with the words.

    excellent

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