even after dusk
the stream is filled with silver
taking it from the source
all through the sleeping world
to meadows green with spring
through summer's wistful fields
down to the strands of sea,
lighting my mermaid's mirror.
(for D.)
2 comments:
i can already feel the aura of spring emanating from your words and image~
It is always light that lets us hope for any kind of spring. I'm glad that you could feel it, dear Yelena.
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