as if moths

as if moths could somehow supply meaning she gazes upon the half-light of ghost-wings hitches of breath leaving them unstirred beyond the disheartened dust of pale sill on a night too damp for flight © Sarah Whiteley


soft now and you unknowing in rings of green I will string you and like a child in dandelions bedecked I will drape here the cool bloom of you where my fingers may twine and trail restless in the loops of your hair © Sarah Whiteley

false hope

you were never and are not and yet then again that crumbling moment when the sun subsides and a farewell fire clings to the bellies of the clouds --you are dappled like that the glow about the edges of the end of my day though I am capsized it may yet be this way again-- … Continue reading false hope

at peace

it's been a year, my dear, since I shut the garden gate behind and shooed the wounded dreams away to trail mournful after happenstance and the ungraceful slant of those days no more than small disturbances now they rustle upon the edges of my feathers and along the bending tips of my grass there are … Continue reading at peace