The beauty of a winter afternoon
is only found by a
seeking mind
the soft sun backlights
the bones of the trees
like moonlight
outlining her body
diaphanous and thin
revealed
cold wind
soaked in dampness
lifts your face yet
tries to close your eyes
it is too rare to put up for public display
the nakedness of this earth
the lovliness of grey
breaks my heart
until I cry
tear shaped ice glitters
in the gentle winter afternoon light
only a seeking mind
will find this beauty
beauty that is enough
No comments:
Post a Comment