Twilight Windows

Brows that lean from windows

Are cast in wonder inside

A thousand lonely rooms.

Eyes that linger in shadows

Beckon strands of light

From dusty sills

Where she gazes,

Shirtsleeves raised slightly

To permit the diffusion of light

From distant portals.

Starless, she wonders at

The rampant whirl of emotion

Caught below in timeless exposure

As she bemoans her

Collection of chairs,

Disarming and still in

These twilight scenes.

Lint drifts from her

As light traces the pattern

In the air that swirls

Her in a raptureless cocoon.

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Award-winning educator and published poet: A Consecration of the Wind, Fragmented Roots, and Souls Tilled Like Soil. Website: www.joannezarrillocherefko.com

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Joanne Zarrillo Cherefko

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Award-winning educator and published poet: A Consecration of the Wind, Fragmented Roots, and Souls Tilled Like Soil. Website: www.joannezarrillocherefko.com