To fill the trees
with kisses from uneven sidewalks,
the logs to repaint water
inventing new colors,
filled with broken clouds
through windows of heaven,
wind blows cold, heavy,
rains, long nights.
On the long path,
leads to your house
to fog my mirrors
dew in dark nights.
Winter comes,
don't mind,
heart still burning, yearning,
to freeze my soul.
Author notes
Prompt: Winter
60 words
A contest entry
- QUICKIE: seasons [3/4] by etoile.
550 points, ended November 17, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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this was a good take on the prompt, and i liked your use of imagery in this piece. it was very well written and creative.
thanks for entering and goodluck

