Saturday, February 26, 2011


Red with shyness, the red
that became all the rosegarden reds.

The red distance,
red of the stove boiling water,
red of the mountain turning bloodred,
a mountain holding rubies secretly inside.

Do I love more you
or your modesty?


Elisabeth said...

Great image, such hints in that one red window, and Rumi's wonderful and resonant words to match.

steven said...

and my experience of red has always been its brashness, its heat, its out thereness. a nice inversion. steven