On-Line

On-Line

A Poem by Mary May

Press against frosted glass, light flickers within.
Refracted
Into a thousand points
beneath the snow

Dancing forms cascade past, Pulled on invisible threads,
Blown.
Faces half seen, through
Rain-rippled panes

Stillness settles for a moment, a single hand
Pressed
Inquisitive upon the other side.
a crisp stroke

Two eyes glitter among the Fay, mischievous,
Probing.
The filament pulls,
fingerprints, frozen in ice

© 2008 Mary May


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Added on April 1, 2008