Poetry from a Time Forgotten : Observer

Sunday, October 7, 2007

Observer

Dark morning prophesying rain. Everything is still, like a quiet casket at graveside, during prayer. Forest green painted against an unknown color. Not quite gray, not quite brown. I cannot describe the tree bark in this light. The color is more like a feeling, ominous, eerie, All Hallow's Eve... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by Ariala at 6:02 AM | add or view comments (9) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry
About this Blog

Back by popular demand...

Recent Entries
Blogs

Copy (or write down) this entry's web address (URL), which is:

Next, go to the email or web page where you want to link to this entry, and paste (or type) the web address.

Previous: Glow of Radiance - New Entries - Next: Living Well?

Headlines (What is this?)

Referrals - About Us - Press - Terms of Use - Privacy Policy - Conduct Policy - Try Gozoof!
Copyright © 2009 Shaycom Corporation. All rights reserved.