kobold

we live in deep places
in places known only to us
in places rarely shared

but, sometimes,

light breaks through
and in the light,
strands of silver like
icicles on evergreens

(the old ones, the fat
ones, the ones not found
at the dollar store)

reflect our selfs back
to us.  and in those
mirrored moments of
grace, our deep places

glow

with remembered fire,
with prodigal flame,
with passion lost,

but never forgotten

and we are home


© sdrogers 11 april 2013

4 thoughts on “kobold

  1. “and in those mirrored moments of grace, our deep place glow” love this. A beautiful poem.

  2. ymbaca@aol.com says:

    Beautiful

  3. CatGem says:

    thank you, Yolaine ❤

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