It had frozen
into an opaque stillness
The watercolor
The watercolor
Leaves
Stained glass
Feathers
Fall
Making
The world
Marbled
Fading into browns and greens
Winding
Onto
One another
In a ribboned
hug
Shiver
With a fading wind
And morning dew
When the time comes
Escape
Our breath
Mingles
And hangs
In the air
In silver
Spirals
Fading
Too soon
Too vague
And disappearing
Too soon
Like
Your words
If you want to see the forest
you have to look past the trees
Learn
to hope
Again
This stone
World
Quiet
And crystalline
Seemed defaced
And all that's left
Is shadows
And a glowing nothingness
~Sarah Mahina Calvello~