Sunday, 17 April 2011

leaves (41)

I take a path untouched since Autumn, deep into the mountains, where Winter hides like a fugitive. I find its traces- a lost handkercheif, some rags of its sheets and then its mantle, unfolded on the road. It must be somewhere near here!

strange breathing-
the silence pierced
by a birdcall

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2 comments:

Josephine Faith Gibbs said...

Enjoyed your picking up after winter!

dana-maria said...

Thank you, Josephine