Sunday, 15 April 2012

Day 15 - Summer days on ice

A subtle twist of sunshine floats in off a south westerly breeze,
 while ruffled mists of space time invoke another mouth fluttering freeze.
The twists spins round in front of you face,
 and the mist wins ground for want of a race.
You put down your sub zero glasses,
 look back on capoeira classes.
You gaze into the future with all its different paths,
 the days engaged in mutual pirouettes of disparate halves ,
from thirty seven polar bears
 to lights in heaven solar flares.
The ice has captured sunlight and it isn't letting go.

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