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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