Untitled I

Untitled I(poem form)

She continued,
breathless upon
the chilled wind
and laughing at
the threatening storm.
This thundering darkness
did not phase her,
only made her spirit elate
at the thought
of dreams to come.
And, as the cool fall
of tiny prisms began,
she dreamed
of the life
she would one day
live; free
of space and time.

Danielle Shaeffer