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~waiting~



slowly frost ambles
deep.

tree rings
heave,
winter hands

weave
the deepening darkness.

green goes grey
slowly, snail-like

and quickly
as birds,
snatching life from air .

waiting,
shoes drop,
emotions dull
lower to a stilled lingering
down to eyes faded
cold.

hope goes grey
slowly, as tortoises,

and quickly
death-like,
ending light.




        ~r.




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  • ea silver member
    August 17, 2008

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    This is very effective imagery. I really was taken in by the frost ambling deep and had the sensation of the residual drip of an icicle as I read on.