Sunday, January 9, 2011

Cover Me

“Quiet,” it breathed
The ground sat, hard and cold
Fingers reached out to catch a sky sigh
As purity hitched a ride with the wind and sliced
No blood
Only ice
Blanket light with a fabric, crystal and compact
Find the warmth in the cold
And you can smell it coming...
Quiet.

2 comments:

  1. Warren, I love your blog and your writings!

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  2. Thanks so much Erin! I truly appreciate that.

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