Friday, February 01, 2013
poem by Sparrow Mattes
Sparrow Mattes
Cold breeze lifts the veil curtain
Rain taps the windows
Ice pelts form then quickly disappear
Thunder and lightening fill the mid-morning sky
Miles away a train sounds it's warning
High above, the jet's sky roar fades to hush
Rolling wheels with rain grooves tread the nearby street
The cat lays beside; curled in a cuddle of warmth
Her snoring joins the strange & wondrous symphony of sounds
I am in stillness, within a weave that is always in motion,
It is mid-morning
This is my altar
sparrow
