On a Park Bench
Snow falls the velvet gown
my hand imprints its deep pile
as if a memory
footprints of a fieldmouse slide and circle
a figure skaters choreography
the sun rises from above the cloud
as if a growing flower
in winter shine crystals glisten
are they glass beads or pearls?
Copyright © Lesley Grimshaw | Year Posted 2010
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