Falling

7 August 2012 Leave a comment

Axe

melancholy drifts down

in ocher, sepia and rust

watery light dapples bent blades

of emerald and verdigris

life holds its breath

and waits for the fall.

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About Jay C Ritterson
If I say nothing, it might be that I have nothing to say.

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