Sunday, February 24, 2008

The swirling sky

the whiteness, swirling above me, below me...on the side of me
on the tress, on the lamppost, on the wall, on the rooftop
everywhere...is whiteness

2 comments:

janaree said...

the poem
is smooth and has a great rhythm
I liked it a lot
Mrs. Nore

Kyle said...

sounds beautiful, Julia.