Sunday, 19 December 2010

Winter Showers

Drip drip drop
Water tumbles off the crumbling towers made of ice,
The fresh columns of snow washed away by rays of sunshine.
The forests on the hills indecisively buzz between grayscale and sepia
With the setting sun, the floating night waiting to pounce.
Trapped under the snow are leaves as red as the sky,
Thick furry clumps of grass clawing their way to the surface.
And although I can't capture the tap of reluctant water on snow,
I can say a warm goodbye and watch it go.

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