Anne Britting Oleson

Through the window
I watch you secretly:

wind spins you about,
twirls the pink sundress
around your scraped knees,
flushes your cheeks
under the gold dust of freckles.

Does it tear the song from your voice,
steal your sunny laughter?
Will it whirl you from me
if I turn away for a moment?

©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on October 24, 2012, in Anne Britting Oleson, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Another fine piece from Anne, the last of her current submissions. The transience of beauty and the fear that comes with it, this is a theme close to my heart, and I love freckles.

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  2. Anne is definitely one of my favourite poets in your vast collection. :-)
    This is written with a delicate touch and yet conveys so much.

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