by Tenebris

Created on: June 30, 2008

a thin whisper of mist rises from the fields
ahead, a light drizzle slickening
the gray stone
skeletal black branches snatch
the wind from the air

i wandered through a narrow valley
with brown encrusted mountains on either side
on a path smooth as glass
but less clear

once children played in the white drifts
building forts and castles
and the snow melting into clean water
on their coats

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