Midwinter dreams brush a dragonfly,
Wing-stopped over life budding,
Above the flat-topped golden seed pod
Of a mud-risen white lotus:
My midnight mudra opening.
Heat trickles,
And my hand fiddles at hairline itch,
A flit second,
Until winter cracks
My eye-shuttered sunlight
And the furnace shudders gray.
Fab! I love the closing line (she says as she hears her furnace kick on….) 🙂
Glad you like it. Thanks for the RT! How’s your power bill??
Not bad thus far–temps have been pretty mild up to now and heating oil is cheap. Thank goodness, as last year was brutal….
Beautiful as usual… so atmospheric, moody and somehow just right! You are an example to be used (with your permission) in my currently running RWA class on Voice-characters
Hi Karen. Thanks! Please use an example that works for your class–anytime. I tried to work on voice in 2015, so it’s nice to hear I made progress. xo
What a surprising picture in midwinter! Love your shuddering furnace line…
I was ready for a change, so I posted the pic. ; )
Post it and it will come… 🙂