Friday, November 6, 2009

Long Solitude

It has now come
the time
when the wind
longer sings a song
as it passes thru the tree
when the birds no longer

Nothing remains
but the coldness
that hangs in the air
like a blanket,
a blanket
that does not hide all
the loneliness
of the tree
in it’s long winter solitude.

No comments:

Post a Comment