jenny meehan

I’ve seen many winters come around
But never before have you drawn upon my mind
In pencil lines
That cling to forms of man
And move through motions
And movement
Stretching
In joyful wonder.

I’m finding such meaning
In each thread and vein of time;
A moment, not kept, but
Released
And
A conviction of sight
Beyond the border of my mind.

You
Have touched the core of my soul
And from it
Spinning
Thrown expression across the skies
In ever changing picture
And with it
Peace
In knowing
You.