Seeds

Maureen Donatelli's most recent poem here was An Agoraphobic's Worry Beads. 

Seeds
By Maureen Donatelli

White seeds of sparkling frost grow
in your eyes. I search them, miraculous
like stars adrift, brilliant points
flickering over the muted grey ebb of day;
they falter on a passing opalescence of cloud
as the curve toward evening whispers
deeper and deeper tones, til all light
collapses into a million flakes of snow,
a fracturing white current freezing to the wind,
and your eyes glow fire, fierce
laughter dancing, and my heart turns
to ice before the terrible winter beauty
you have birthed.

Posted by Annmarie at 3/10/2011 11:53 PM
Categories: today's words
Tags: Maureen Donatelli seeds frost love winter
 

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