Quiet
Nothing is moving,
The wind is standing still.
Moss is growing quickly under my tattered feet.
Raindrops are silent and cold.
The sky is dark and cold.
Ice is frozen on tree limbs.
QUIET
Copyright © Norman Geary | Year Posted 2006
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