Sarah Fraser: March 2010 Archives
i am afraid of the
emptiness that fills
thing when you
quiet like the golden pears ripening
in a green and white bowl
on my desk,
still like the winter buds
on the bare tree outside
my window, and the magnolias in the front.
these slow and beautiful measures of time,
secretly as wrinkles form around
eyes young and the moment
appears - easy to miss.