Wednesday, 1 July 2009

Walk away; behind you saws grind maple to dust, open bluing sky.


Deb Scott
Stoney Moss


Michelle Johnson said...

clever little write.

caroleesherwood said...

hi, deb! i like how this one has us looking back over our shoulder to what we're walking away from.

strattonm said...

This is quite sad, because it is so true.

Well done.

Dana said...

lovely, Deb.