A Glance…

Density in fire abides
Like heat in the ice on 
The surface of the lake
Snow melts away, always
In my hands
Like time, always
Slips by unnoticed

Little white flowers grow
In the spaces between tiles of
The back garden terrace
Snow falls softly
A soft white layer forms
On the branch
Beside my window

The scent of spring and still
Cold air hurts my skin
The tree cut down
During its winter regression
Newspaper tells of
Needless suffering… and stardom
Images grind into my mind

It makes me sick, dizzy
Try not to read anymore
Everyone arguing everywhere
I block out everything
Except there’s a note, and another
They’ll remind me, ever
Of blue and yellow

And strength within
The snow feels good
Pure like strange new love
Or new vistas
Internal, in landscape or dream
The painting on the wall
Stares back at me

(Arifa Isabel - February 2005)

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