Poetry from a Time Forgotten : Before Winter

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Before Winter

The morning is cloaked in muted grays, laced in white trails of jets flown by. I take a stroll to pick up the paper, smell the leaves falling one by one. In this quiet space between the dawn and the season's silence, I hear my own heartbeat and prayers with the songbird now singing. Another day has... Sign in to see full entry.

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