Units of measure

I measure your absence in degrees Fahrenheit, in feet of snow, in inches of ice. Come spring, when the world has thawed and the sun has crept into every shadow, I will measure my freedom in lilac blossoms and deep, unfettered breaths.


6 responses to “Units of measure

  1. “sun has crept into very shadow” – lovely images!

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  2. Jennifer G. Knoblock

    So carefully crafted. The first line gives this a sinister feel, and the tension increases as the speaker waits for spring, certain freedom, for all shadows to be cleared by the sun. (Lilac blossoms, yes please.)

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  3. Every word of this paints the most beautiful of pictures. Loved it ❤

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  4. Good grief, Christine, the longing in this piece.

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  5. I’m quite overwhelmed. Such yearning. Such passion.

    I shall now retire to a quiet corner and sob a little.

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