Wednesday, September 28, 2011


Satin, lace, and countless embraces fading as the seasons do
Mystical fog billows and envelopes, shrouding what’s light
Shadows cast, muddying everything in its path
Discernable not are the undulations and palette of her leaves
Roots fighting to sprawl wide beneath the earth

A patina encroaches upon the bark of yesterday
Yet she stands tall,

Biding her place, hoping again to be tickled by the sun

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