Awe

I watch you from a measured angle and distance,
steadily fleshing out each petal of a flower,

pencilling in the barely discernible movement
from light to shade with a heron’s patience,

remembering a hundred individual journeys
around the sun of the eye, each one as faultless

as snow falling on snow. Time almost halted,
the moment caught, the breath held like ice.

Robert Ford’s poetry has appeared in a number of print and online publications, including The Interpreter’s House, Brittle Star, Butcher’s Dog and San Pedro River Review. He is a member of The Brewery Poets in Kendal, England. More of his work can be found at https://wezzlehead.wordpress.com.

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1 Response to Awe

  1. Ali Grimshaw says:

    A lovely expression of wonder.

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