Quillfyre

Aspiring to poet

Stone #26 dry air in winter

Posted on January 26, 2012 by quillfyre

Day 26

indoors in winter, a dry climate.
I think of Arizona, Sonoran desert,
the beauty in empty spaces,
flowers blooming in parched cracks
in the hard dry earth.

I reflect on my hands, and wonder:
will flowers sprout from the cracks
and fissures dry air creates
between my fingers, and
on my roughened palms?

6 thoughts on “Stone #26 dry air in winter”

Gilly Gee on January 26, 2012 at 1:55 pm said:

I hope not but if they do then let them be fragrant.

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- quillfyre on January 26, 2012 at 1:58 pm said:
  
  Ha ha, yes Gilly I agree! Hard to write with flowers between your fingers, I suppose.
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Laura Hoopes on January 26, 2012 at 11:23 pm said:

I like thinking of the signs of aging as making a closer connection to nature! Lovely! Laura

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- quillfyre on January 27, 2012 at 10:00 am said:
  
  Thanks, Laura. That view softens the blow of aging doesn’t it?
  
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Pearl on February 22, 2012 at 9:26 pm said:

nice.

like the Sonoran desert. it would be good to return, blooming season of it or of me, either way.

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quillfyre on February 22, 2012 at 9:40 pm said:

yes Pearl I agree!

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