The lace blows here and there across the blue white window
The tree is thick with its racemes of white manna
There seems no reason not to sleep
In this half-memory of a bower-like cradle
Sealing and healing parts of a silver lined bowl

So much light leaks out of the cracks
So much light has to be replenished
This is a lifetime’s work of watching white tracery
Sifting pictures  through half shut eyes

When  a white zephyr blows.


Veronica Aldous 2015 All Rights Reserved


About Veronica Aldous

Writer and artist, Veronica is a lecturer is Fine Art and Creative Writing. Her first book of poems, 'Moon Cinema' is now available on Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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