Gravity And Desire

frozen...
the trees, grasses partly covered,
the smoke from the chimney,
the light in the window.

the streets with silence,
even the darkness suspended.
conversation, a stray cat,
the cup cracked in the sink.

the pouring, and the fire,
shadow held by shadow.
the heart buried in dawn,
the dawn held by the dark!

ghosts?
or just snowflakes,
no one names or remembers,
falling and gravity, gravity and desire...

frozen...

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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