02-23-2015, 01:33 PM
Revision (thank you Tiger and Brownlie)
Curled into this narrow space
she aches from the bite of winter.
Constricted in cavernous space
bones protrude at her hips and shoulders.
Small inert forms tuck beneath her pelt
their slumber soothed by diaphanous ghosts
that hover above denizens awaiting
rebirth of the earth.
The gesture of robin
a rustling of deer,
the run off of melting snow
down grassy hills.
Inertia still aches in her ribs.
Shivering dormancy they awake
to spring where there is breathing
Original
Curled in this narrow space
she aches from the bite of winter.
She has grown narrow and bones
protrude at her hips and shoulders.
Small inert forms tuck beneath her pelt,
their slumber soothed by diaphanous ghosts
that hover above the space where
denizens await the rebirth of earth.
The trill of a robin, a rustle of deer,
the run off of melting snow down green hills.
Inertia still aches in her ribs.
Shivering dormancy she emerges into spring
where there is room to breathe.
Curled into this narrow space
she aches from the bite of winter.
Constricted in cavernous space
bones protrude at her hips and shoulders.
Small inert forms tuck beneath her pelt
their slumber soothed by diaphanous ghosts
that hover above denizens awaiting
rebirth of the earth.
The gesture of robin
a rustling of deer,
the run off of melting snow
down grassy hills.
Inertia still aches in her ribs.
Shivering dormancy they awake
to spring where there is breathing
Original
Curled in this narrow space
she aches from the bite of winter.
She has grown narrow and bones
protrude at her hips and shoulders.
Small inert forms tuck beneath her pelt,
their slumber soothed by diaphanous ghosts
that hover above the space where
denizens await the rebirth of earth.
The trill of a robin, a rustle of deer,
the run off of melting snow down green hills.
Inertia still aches in her ribs.
Shivering dormancy she emerges into spring
where there is room to breathe.