Winter Morning
Above me
The naked trees
Bare limbs implore the sky
Through the shrouds of mist
The sun echoes a reply
And begins a low traverse of the heavens
In an ode to winter's hold
The naked trees
Bare limbs implore the sky
Through the shrouds of mist
The sun echoes a reply
And begins a low traverse of the heavens
In an ode to winter's hold
posted by earthkissed | 2:25 pm
1 Comments:
Stop that. It's 1 am and I'm sweating in front of a fan. Don't rub it in that you guys have winter. Unless you figured out a way to send me some?
:-)
izezdc
What is it with the Zs today?
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