Tuesday, September 28, 2004

The Quickener

Sitting still in my room I see her pass

The faintest wandering

The slightest flight

She quickens by within my sight

Wandering?

Waiting?

Lost?

Am I seen by her whose glimpse I catch?

The softest touch

The lightest scent

Lingers as she makes ascent

Searching?

Seeking?

Lost.

Copyright ©2004 Lori Lee Nelson

(This blurb of light with its misty edges showed up on one of my "before" pictures, while I was in the process of redoing my bedroom paint colors.)

2 comments:

lovelybludiamond said...

This one is a thoughtful one. I like it!

spurgins311 said...

Do you write all your own poems? They are beautiful. This one reminds me of my Mom. Lost her 7 years ago.
Sharon