Thursday, November 27, 2008

poetry thursday...{nablopomo day 27}

and there she began
in burgandy and green
silent as a whisper
strong and serene.
in her eyes,
i watched whales glide by...
she barely seemed to notice,
never batted an eye.

and where did she end?
i never could say
she just disappeared
from the quiet corner of my mind
one day.


jfrancis said...

They struggle
to keep up___
some don't
and the mourning
is momentary___
for the deep of winter
when all be lost.

liz elayne said...

i want to know more...