"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Last Bit O' Sun.

Smells like
a dry winter
out there.
Snow glistens
in grey light,
and empty branches
grab at the last
weak rays of sun
like hungry hands.

6 comments:

  1. "Empty Branches...like hungry hands". I hope you know that is excellent writing. Such a good job.

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  2. A cool description here. Made me shiver.

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  3. Oh, totally know that feeling. Roll on the winter solstice!

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  4. Very well crafted..!!
    keep Writing My Dear.. :)

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  5. Greetings!
    How is everything?
    Are you interested in theme writing? Do have poems related to dreams, visions, or reveries?
    If YES, welcome linking your poems to our potluck week 13 at Jingle
    Poetry : http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/
    Even if your answer is no, you are more than welcome to link in old poems, or poems unrelated to our theme (dreams, visions, or reveries) and enjoy the fun of sharing and encouraging!
    Our week 13 potluck is open Sunday, 8pm, American Central Time…We will be thrilled to see you in…
    Let me know if you have questions
    xoxox

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  6. Glad to Land at your fantastic poetry land today,
    How are you?

    Love your poetry talent, Please join us at Jingle Poetry Monday potluck today,
    First time participants can link in 1 to 3 old poems, poems unrelated to our theme are welcome!

    Happy Tuesday/Wednesday!
    Hope to see you in.
    xxx

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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."