Silks (Quadrille)

by Anita Lubesh


winter leans with content patience
in white silk – clandestine
matters cannot be hurried –

a buttery drawl drags the last
overflow of beauty until
blossoms imitate snowflakes in flight,
held captive by night –
adrift but not alone –
sumptuous satin wafts breezy


3 Comments to “Silks (Quadrille)”

  1. Beautiful writing feast for the mind

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