Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, February 28, 2011

It was the willow that caught me by surprise,
the winter in its fury and the catkins were
blooming on the branches that stretched
tall reaching to the sky.

Tired  and a bit exhausted, I know
not which way to go, like my spirit
is lost and the darkness just won't
let go.

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