The unsure shadows of a hazy fading snowstorm tell of the impermanence of life and time. Why are these the Forgotten Forms? We all recall the knife-edge lines between light and dark on a Snow Yard under a Sun Sky, but how did I forget that shadows still form when snow falls and the light exhales its waves through foam of crystal cloud?
This is a line worth rereading: "...but how did I forget that shadows still form when snow falls, and the light exhales its waves through foam of crystal cloud?" The light exhaling is just perfect.
This is a line worth rereading: "...but how did I forget that shadows still form when snow falls, and the light exhales its waves through foam of crystal cloud?" The light exhaling is just perfect.
Love reading your words everytime.
There are so many beautiful lines and images in this piece ♥️
Stunning, Trilety. Just stunning.
I recommend looking up Daniella Sindar on Instagram, I think you might enjoy her memoir-esque video poems.