roslyn ross - small stones and other poems
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
The night in settled shadows breathed
beside my bed and then,
in captured arms of morning light,
transformed herself again.
In rustled shake of darkened robes,
she crept through cornered hours,
and breathed herself ephemeral;
through day's long shining rule.
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