Cowering under an icy
Arctic wind howling
across the landscape
despite light beaming
from a late afternoon sun
ablaze in a blue ocean
of frigid sky, the
sheltering woods
exude an abject apology
to its creatures
finding scant comfort
in its bare and
humble embrace.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Scant Comfort
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Poetry
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