Pause by Nia Broomhall

Pause

this                  

               afternoon                  breeze

                                    the

                                                            is the brush              of

                     lips 

                                                                        and

wings  

                                                          the woods                                                         

                        cardiganed                                                                                  fluff

                                                blue       and                             white         bright

                                                                        and

            sky      

                                          seeds

                                                float                             commas

like

                                                            settling on grass                                     commas

                                                                                                          like warm snow

                                                between them

   you walk                          

 pausing                               between words  

By Nia Broomhall