Thursday, November 19, 2009

Winter Light.

She's a bright blue flame in the morning sun,
i see the shadows pick up their feet and go run.
i stand and shiver, besides my river.
the leaves all yellow, a golden shade;
the little young breeze, on my cheeks they flow.

time stands still, the clock is a tune;
oh, what a day, now its noon too soon.
The morning wind singing the start of the day,
the chill flows on seamlessly till the days of may.

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