LISSOME LIES LIFE

 

Time waits for
shimmering snows
to melt into memory
like kept kisses
from lost lips.

Time waits
for saturated skies
to seek sustenance
in blushing blues
since stolen
by frantic frost
and fragile freeze
like drawers deserted
of his clothes
and her shoes

as the wind whips
the chasm carelessly.

Time waits
on the sidelines
for shades of spring
to slip over shrubs,
like seductions over skin,

now stilted,
now submerged,
now surrendered to silence,

now frozen in frame
as if posed for a painting
or preparing for purification.

Breath paused
in place of still air

still water

still winter

still single

but life is lissome underfoot.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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5 thoughts on “LISSOME LIES LIFE

  1. merrildsmith

    Beautiful, Damien! I also think “but life is lissome underfoot” is lovely, but I also like the way you connected time in nature and the changing of the seasons with a person’s life and memories.

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