Thursday, November 17, 2011

sun tangled in bare branches

the shadows long on the street

carpeted with the stubborn leaves

that have finally surrendered to the wind


winter yet again

this could be the last one

how many more will fate allow me?

no answer but silently creeping shadows


and steadily declining sun slipping through

the skeletal clutch of the dormant trees

all sound muffled under the chill blue backdrop

of the cold empty sky



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