ELIZABETH RYLAND MEARS
 

 ONE FOR SOLITUDE

 

The kettle is steaming.

From under the table a dog watches you
walk across the wooden floor
then drops his head again,
closing his eyes
to sense the small wind of your skirts
on his eyelids.

by L. Lindsey Mears

 

Return
Home - My Work - Twigs - Shelters - Sculpture - Collaborations - Links