Friday, February 24, 2012

Poetry Friday: Glasses

Not the Snow

She hitched up her glasses
and squared her nose
whatever happens, she thinks
nothing's loose, nothing's lost.
Bring it, she cries
she's ready this time.
If she doesn't open
the curtains all the way
she can see the sunshine
and not the snow.
She'll lay on the floor
in her beam
and draw stories on the ceiling.

1 comment:

jaded said...

The words "hitched" and "squared" often need each other.

I like the visual of drawing stories on the ceiling.