Monday, December 31, 2012


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

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

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