winter is a pallid summer

12.17.2013


the trees are bare,
the leaves are dry
and the grass is browned.
everything is seemingly bereft of life
and all things crisp and brittle to the touch .
the sharp frigid wind blowing strong,
chilling all things in it's path.

winter is a pallid summer

2 comments:

  1. beautiful. nostalgic, and raw, chilly yet warm. :) x

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  2. Amazing such a beautiful poem... ♥
    Grace xxx ♥ :)

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