Monday, February 14, 2011

Before the Breath



Love like cirrus clouds
piled deep with striations
lips melting new snow

6 comments:

Nevine said...

How simple the words... how complex the emotion. And the frost from the image both freezes and melts upon lips seeking love.

A beautiful piece!

Nevine

PixieDust said...

The complexity of love laid bare in three verses... quite a feat... and beautifully accomplished...

:-)

love,
me

Karen said...

Nice!!

the walking man said...

Get that cold snow close to warm lips and it has to melt.

Terri said...

Cool :)

I see you haven't lost your touch - both words and photo are lovely, as always. I've been scarce; thought I'd pop in for a quick hello. I hope you're well, Jason.

jason evans said...

Nevine, the layers are stacked with the clouds. Like everything--clear enough on the surface, but nevertheless difficult to fathom. Thank you!

PixieDust, many thanks. :) I love that about haiku. So few syllables to work with, yet really enough to expose much.

Karen, :D

Walking Man, the secret weapon to the cold.

Terri, great to see you! I hope your writing is going well.