Friday, January 3, 2014

A small stone from the Similkameen

my heart hesitates as I reach for the last wreath
 to join with the others, 
covered with Christmas garlands
in the deep, dark dreaming box
I leave it on the wall
a reminder of joyous days
and a poignant portent of spring...
 the roots that gather life....
covered with a garland of snow in their own
deep, dark dreaming box

1 comment:

  1. This is so evocative - I love the cadence, esp of the last line.