02
Dec
09

Days

Some days my thoughts are just cocoons,

All cold, and dull, and blind.

They hang from dripping branches

In the grey woods of my mind.

And other days they drift and shine,

Such free and flying things!

I find the gold-dust in my hair,

Left by their brushing wings.

~Karle Wilson Baker~

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