A sodden trip through the memory of snowEmbraces boots,
Exposes roots
And exhales with wet malevolence.
The silver salt lick flash of sky
Brings into sharp relief
The precious scarcity of emerald and the brief
Gasp as summer's fiery pallette lies down to die.
The trail flows through broken bones of trees
The whispering scent of loamy earth
And graveyards marking the brief lives of countless flowers.
2 comments:
okay,,do we need to go over that book i sent you "how a blog works" i mean you seemed to have gotten the gist of that whack off book i sent,,you are supposed to put posts up,,like more than once a year!!! don't torture me im starting to get the shakes!
Nice picture!!! Looks like you have captured all the beauty of nature in your camera, its every shutterbugs dream to see and visit such place.
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