Tuesday, December 13, 2011


The brush of the wind across the land
leaves the world cold.
Landscape transformation: littered over the ground
in the form of slumbering debris blanketed by
a thin, white sheet of watery dust.
Sunlight falls unchanged,
its rays resting gently
upon the earth.
All is still - the land sleeps -
There is no warmth from
this winter sun.

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