Small Stones: 5 January 2011 #02

Sunlight bleeds through the bleached wood blind backlighting a haze of dust. Each particle rises and falls, percolating through the warm kitchen air until it meets a flat surface. A cool draught flows under the door causing more dust to rise up. A cloud passes in front of the sun, and the air clears.

2 Replies to “Small Stones: 5 January 2011 #02”

  1. Terry Gibson says:

    I really like this poem, Dianne!


  2. cassieopie says:

    Thanks Terry, appreciate your comment!


Comments are closed.

Create a website or blog at
%d bloggers like this: