Holding to Still

In lapse of mere melted

a flake, flippant

kissed lid

seconds fell as snow

twinkling lashes danced

flutter, rise and sigh.

Open not tonight

on watch never strike.

Keen ques hold their breath

nearing entrance song

lumen fell, prior press

match to light each move

swiftly and hush

fevered adoration

for an adornment of

impeccable timing

love ever binding.

Rachel Wolfe

Holding to Still

Landscape Stories, 2010

copyright © Rachel Wolfe, 2010