Unsprung

I'd like to walk tonight among the shadows of the woods, the moonlight streaking the ground where my footsteps break the dry twigs of winter. So mild is the breeze by which the pines sing, I'd go without a jacket and be barely chilled. The house is stuffy despite the windows having been open this afternoon, but the vast night is all freshness, and glimmering shapes fill it. That I am tethered here leaves me restless. No concentration is possible while the fluttering curtains remind me how far I cannot go.


( Sunday Verse )