Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Cold seeping around my collar
Early winter's breeze chilling my heart
Shards of trees lay weeping on heartless concrete
As their colors fade, their bones crushed
Ground under foot without thought

My own guilty foot walks on

Shards of the past lay in disarray
Desolate, cold and lonely
The young hawk, weary but flying
Hungry on the edge in the moment
Thinks no further than now

My mind seeks innocence

Your words paint a picture of sadness and loneliness, yet there is some hope for the future.
Karen Rabert
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