Days

Some days my thoughts are just cocoons- all cold, and dull and blind,
They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of my mind;

And other days they drift and shine - such free and flying things!
I find the gold-dust in my hair, left by their brushing wings.

by Karle Wilson Baker

Comments (15)

Thoughts should always be like that- '....in the grey woods of.... mind.... I find the gold-dust in my hair, left by their brushing wings'. Exquisitely crafted poem. Thanks.
Simple, very often best.
A short poem with a pretty ending!
What better way to express the way thoughts behave? Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing the lovely poem.x
excellent vibrant, short little poem
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