Next to the Window
A Series of Impressions
Nov 23, 2020
Your quivering hands cradle incantations—
diffused grey alights
Gently trembling fingers
bestow the words I recite
Your eyelids caress the iris—
lavender in sight
A mischievous balance—you yearn for rebirth—
mere fleeting respite.
DJC | Camphill Village Kimberton Hills | 11/22/20
