by Britt Zimmerman
like strands from a silkworm
like spiders web upon your back
wisping at your face
like a perfect frame
for your smile
Author's Note: was playing with my daughters hair and it made me smile to write this just after!
Posted on 12/04/2002
Copyright © 2023 Britt Zimmerman
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by JD Clay on 12/04/02 at 04:15 PM|
Ummmmm! What a beautiful portrait. It speaks without saying. Nice touch, Britt. Peace...
|Posted by Agnes Eva on 06/08/03 at 08:59 AM|
'wisping' what a great word. a very lovely, in the moment poem