Friday, April 25, 2008

post-a-poem, april fourteen

i'm enshrouded
in sunlight
and silence
ensconced
in warmth
and words
looking for the warm patch
of light on the
floor
with which to sit
and
be
no more.

2 comments:

Michelle (a.k.a. la vie en rose) said...

ensconced...i just love that word...

daisies said...

there is something so poetic about light on a wooden floorboard, warmed and bright, i lose myself in it ... as i lost myself in this poem :)