Some poetry and random bits and pieces on a very small scale...
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
The day has scarcely blossomed, when its glow Is obscured from us, lost, as wilting bloom, Midst curves of hillsides, draped in drifting snow, Leaving only an opalescent gloom Bleeding through the line between land and sky, No longer day, but not yet fully night. Mute snowflakes faintly glisten as they fly, Reflecting the last of this sinking light, Enchanting ribbons squalling through the grey Should herald for us a silent warning That a dark hunger soon will swallow day, Leaving us with a long path to morning. Instead we are mesmerised by the scene Of the winter's fall, silent and serene.
This is my first ever sonnet - it's a bit like hard work!!!