The Painter

[kragore]

She came to my window last night
fingers running lightly over glass
"Come see the art I'm making!"

She came to my window last night
fingers insistently tapping
"Rise and see!"

But I could not be bothered
to stir from my bed
could not be bothered
to raise my head
So she said lightly
"See"
and I did.

Flakes fat as fists
lightly falling, tumbling, exploding
a whipped cream coverlet
gilded gold in the street light
muffling
quieting

She smiled,
I slept.

Comments

[lumric.livejournal.com]

Ours wasn't as quiet.
Ours bounced and jumped around,
It was still nice though.