Invisible

A poem about choice, change and alignment

Cie Turvey
1 min readMar 26, 2018
Photo by Beth Solano on Unsplash

I shed my light
On open ground, the vines veered

From the dawn, into shrinking shadows,
And I stood unguarded, the colour of air

Indivisble from spring’s unbending breath.

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Cie Turvey

tourist of the world beneath . writer of fairytales . drinks tea . paints pictures . more mumblings at http://athousandfurs.com