| 13inchesofboyd ( @ 2008-05-30 15:42:00 |
Each December falls
alongside slaughters
of trembling stalks
and ornate petals:
Casualties
of silent romances
spun from ethereal
arrangements of
snowbanks and earth
Perhaps not silent;
Perhaps what each sees
in the other lives inside
whispers, tucked away
in the infinitesimal space
between cold and ground
alongside slaughters
of trembling stalks
and ornate petals:
Casualties
of silent romances
spun from ethereal
arrangements of
snowbanks and earth
Perhaps not silent;
Perhaps what each sees
in the other lives inside
whispers, tucked away
in the infinitesimal space
between cold and ground