Monday, December 12, 2005

The Window

The ivory porcelain
Stands over the mahogany table

Across the window
Sticking onto glass panes
Glistening film of a clear curve
The shimmer lingers on

Blooms of lilies sway
Rock in the frosty breeze
Dew like gold dust

Even as I stray radiant
Into warm velvety shadows
I swim
Into the kingdom of delight.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

its beautiful, really. Seems like Wordsworth's pure, unadulterated perception of beauty, elevating the beauty of a simple, day-to-day incident into a beautiful experience, lending it an unusual, lofty charm. Lovely...