Pressing close

I sketch for myself with the desk light
the outline of a cave
and fill it with
the shadows of my hands, my familiars,
who press vaguely
as I work
against its walls with their wings.

Snow has been falling since
before I woke
I pushed the window high
between the second and third floors
The color of winter is not white,


Jenica 1/14/2011 11:17 AM  

Beautiful :)
I really like the lines about your hand-shadows.

Holly 1/14/2011 6:58 PM  

Jenica - thank you. shadows take up no space at all, but you can fill endless spaces with them.

Holly 1/15/2011 3:59 PM  

I love the line -

"The color of winter is not white but streetlight-snow."

It made me smile as I thought of the scene.

Holly ♥

Holly 1/15/2011 6:04 PM  

Holly - Like this...but I guess you know; you do live in snow too!

sayanotherlexi 1/17/2011 3:04 PM  

Beautiful and soft.

Holly 1/17/2011 8:51 PM  

Thank you, Lexi.

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