Sunday, December 4, 2011

December Takeover

The birds returned with evening
letters telling stories of the trees
seed wings falling under
a deepening blue hush

Meadow brushed mirrors of
eternity sewn into a fine fabric
Of quick summer urges oxidized into
cool faced hills with their shadows
clinging to possibility



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6 comments:

Krystal said...

I am in love with this one. I especially love your wording:
"summer urges oxidized into
cool faced hills with their shadows
clinging to possibility"

That is my favorite part.
Thank you for posting.

rivercat said...

hi krystal, thanks :)

Akeith Walters said...

great writing.

rivercat said...

hi akeith, thanks. its kind of got a run on sentence feel to it but it wanted to stay that way so i let it :)

Angel said...

Merry Christmas !

MarieHarmony said...

Very nice. There is definitely a feeling of December in those lines.