Afternoon | Dinka Bednjacic
Silently
The sun
Found its way
Filtered in,
Like a warm
Beaming friend
Settling in the chair
In sight,
Through
A window pane
Blushing
Scarlett O’ Hara
Blossoming
Waving,
Dancing,
With the wind
For a moment
Just one moment
In time,
All woes of
The living years
Suspended,
Enfolded,
Motionless
In the winter
Tranquil afternoon