Between the ether

 A leaf teeters on the edge   
Winds rustling, whistling 
Teasing, promising temporary respite. 
  

False dawn descends   
As the lone leaf falls 
Hopes and dreams crisp and blend to become nothing in the night. 

Rebecca .A. Huxley

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 9/13/2017 7:41:00 AM
Your poem is really excellent, but I am not sure the word "Between" works when speaking of the ether. Like water, the ether rushes in and fills up empty spaces. One ether shared by all of us, so where does Between come in? Drenched in Ether, or maybe Absorbing the Ether,. Oh well, the poem itself is beautiful. Love and hugs, Catie :-)
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