Brown Ice...
Brown Ice...
In the freezes of the winter summer-sets.
A brown icy lake then the sky turns burnett.
As the birds walk on ice infront of the trees.
Looking for nuts, shelter., for comfort from the winter breeze.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2009
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