Heartbroken Landscape

Heartbroken Landscape It was gone slowly faded as the sound of the closing door, unknowingly erasing all that added beauty to a day. The trees - ghoulish green - ran together polluting the stream, caressing the ducks in an oily ointment. Sun spots laying waste the fields leaving dried, lonely, twigs of memory. An aching wind wailing in terror at the barrenness of now, the slow death of a future. Clouds, in tortured sky, huddled in a dark and hateful spiral. False rain, devoid of any promise, stinging tears to scar the stony mountain face, leaving only mud splash footprints. Icy glare of heartless moon, silver shivers laid across a broken land.