A trillion into one
Threads of needle spun.
Bundles in a heap
On hills so soft and steep.

Layered lace of white
‘Neath the grayish frock of night.
Woven pure as wool
Until the land is full.

Specks before our eyes
Mounting pixels in disguise.
Untouched by print or name
Blank within a frame.

© Jeremiah Dowling 2015

* This poem is 4th in a series called ‘Vega’, a writing project about the 4 seasons *


About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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