one helluva pillow-fight
moon being crumbled
silence crystallizing
colours crawling back
between the cracks
in the world

in the sun
shadows become
the broken glass
of the sky


One Reply to “Snow”

  1. Andrew, I’m reading your book … the poems and drawings are generous and alive … “now you rest / listening to the dust settle / on the skin of a river” … you have this way of unstilling the still life images resting in my heart. just lovely. – Tony


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