Describing Silver

Copyright © 2013 C.L. Mannarino
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silver

It is the color of sleep’s edge, the space between dreams and waking up to the muted brightness of morning.

It is the sound of chimes in a summer wind.

It is the taste of metal in the back of your throat after you lick an antique spoon.

The feel of a knife being sharpened.

The smell of the earth at midnight under the gaze of the full moon.

Jack Frost kisses on my windowpane.

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