Friday, 16 September 2011

The dusk sky, shaded in greys, sports a ribbon of birds.
Where it began, where it will end is not known. I watch in wonder,
barefoot on the grass, the juice of a stolen plum on my tongue.

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Charlotte
Chest of Delights

2 comments:

Ambiguitylotus said...

This is absolutely gorgeous! A much needed poetic respite for me as it had been a difficult, frustrating, hectic week. Thank you!

Greg said...

Exquisite!