savasana

I hear
the flapping of birds,
a hum or a buzzing,
distant john fields,
skewed reverberations
all gently mingling
with my own barely audible
breathing.
The clicking of time,
in an echoey room -
the hands of a wind up
in motion -
invisibly,
yet undeniably,
the air
is charged.
Changed.
The day wears
a freshness,
a soft coat
of white.
I am
without doubt,
anew.

savasana

  • Artist
    Notes
  • Artwork Comments 20

Artist's Description

2.6.13 clt

Artwork Comments

  • evon ski
  • Cynthia Lund Torroll
  • kenroome
  • Cynthia Lund Torroll
  • Rich Ladig
  • Cynthia Lund Torroll
  • eon .
  • Cynthia Lund Torroll
  • flyrod
  • Cynthia Lund Torroll
  • TheWanderingBoo
  • Cynthia Lund Torroll
  • Donna19
  • Cynthia Lund Torroll
  • uncleblack
  • Cynthia Lund Torroll
  • SteveD49
  • Cynthia Lund Torroll
  • Melodyone
  • Cynthia Lund Torroll
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait

10% off

for joining the Redbubble mailing list

Receive exclusive deals and awesome artist news and content right to your inbox. Free for your convenience.