Sunday, January 5, 2014

winter sketch

spiny veins of trees raking through the empty sky
why does it have to be so cold?
orange barely showing far from my eyes
why does the road slip from my feet?
defying me to track what i was
and what i'll be
in the stilled seas of the night


1 comment:

  1. Hardships become beautious image & verse.

    Nicely done.