A mere fraction or fractal
Of red-orange time
Slides downward.
Precision etched and threaded
Between you and I
Watching, anticipating
Waiting for one more slip
And an alteration
Of this frilled adornment
That falls away to the undressed night.
© Expressions by Christine 1/25/11
This is a beautiful, concise poem, that I enjoyed unravelling. You depict a glorious ending, to perhaps what was a picturesque beginning, especially at the dawn of time!
ReplyDeleteTake wonderful and gentle care. Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.