Good Evening,
I sat today quite quietly and while deep in thought my eyes were drawn to the dust motes floating in the sunbeam that spilled through my window. It was such a lovely sight, that I felt compelled to write about. Some moments are a perfect vision of calm, but look closer and there is always movement.
Dusty Motes
The dust motes flit carelessly in this slanted beam
Dancing with one another, the very merriest of jigs
Warming them selves like fae in the mornings light
Brief and joyous they celebrate the warming ray
Each whispering secret tales to the other in passing
Heated they rise then fall, then prance once again
Peering, embracing and then bewitched by it
Embracing this golden glow of luminous essence
Careless in their pursuit of this temperate life source
As airy celestial creatures sent to frolic as one
To dematerialise before my blinking eyes
As the clouds seize there fun and steal it away.
By Helen Stallard
21 July, 2014.
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