Friday, March 20, 2015

she peered

she peered from behind the window.
snow flakes tapping
on the branches of the trees
where they lay.
swaying in rhythm.
she was not old.
she was not cold...
a spectator in that
which was before her
and that which would
be,
long after all traces
of her presence
would be swept away
by the winds of the
inevitable.
frozen in this nanosecond
moment,
and its little forever.


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i am older than dirt and proud of it!!!! i have managed to incorporate my eternal 60's nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga, the beach, waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. i have added sketching, watercolor painting, and photography to my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance. P.S. all painting, poems and photographs are my originals karen Lyons kalmenson