Oh, what tiny ears you have

2015/01/img_4521.jpg

I’ve never before seen
such artistic beauty,
such elemental elegance
in minutiae, a landscape
worthy of yesterday and
hopeful of tomorrow,
the canyon walls smooth
as the ticking of time;
this first flower of being
created by generations,
the tool marks still evident
here and there, the tape
that held the tracing paper
still clinging to the window.
At night the smooth waves
caress the dark shoreline
with an aura of pristine awe,
the sensitivity of a cocoon
begging the passing wind
to keep its whispers low
lest the stars stand still,
straining with every ounce
to catch what we whisper
before turning out the light.

(dnt)

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Words

What do you think? Let me know with a word or three!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s