Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Microstories: A Momentary Thaw

As the lazy rays
of the sun
stretch and yawn
over the horizon,
slowly warming the sky,
the first drops
of my awareness
glisten in the light;
droplets of thought
now a trickle of memory.

Me.

Then I fall into the snow.


6 comments:

  1. This is beautiful, Tina. Especially the last two lines!

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  2. I don't know what to say. This blog is fantastic. Thats not really a really huge statement, but its all I could come up with after reading this. You know so much about this subject. So much so that you made me want to learn more about it. Your blog is my stepping stone, my friend. Thanks for the heads up on this subject.

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  3. I love this so much. The slow build, the perfect image of melting icicle, then those last two lines crystallizing everything.

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  4. This really was lovely. I particularly liked the ending, so much emotion tied up in so few words.

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  5. It's perfect and beautifully described!

    Cheers

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