Lumen

This entry is part 49 of 73 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Winter 2011-12

Showers of white dust.
Blossoms shredding soft as paper
from overhead, lighter than suffering.
Let them fall where they will. Let the bent
head accept this windfall. Let the light
shift and refract through the makeshift scope.

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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