Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the heart sways the branches
but I am more shadow than you
the rub is silk in silence
between the moments of morning
so that thin birds slip through

this is the limit of the light
mushroom and clover things
shaping their form in dry leaves
with every nothing of the world
into spring

sweetness...." the rub is silk in silence".......enjoyed !

I'm glad you got something from those lines Saw
This poem found me on a morning walk with dog.

B

Good poem.