Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, December 16, 2005

Winter's way of weep

The winter stage sat darkened to await the opening play,
until the kingfisher flew by rattling away.

Dormant are the trees whose branches look asleep.
Upon observation are leaf buds that simply wait for spring.

Where once it felt riddled with the season’s character of
sleep, wakened with a snowfall winter's way of weep.

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