Slumber
Snow Falling on
Blue bells long gone
Meadows upon land vast
Aching for miles...
Of superficial beings,
Trees
Vegetation
Slow to even tide
Winds
Perfectly flawed crisp flake
Down on,
An object bound
In open white.
A fleck of peach
Amidst placid weather
Winter is forever
...Holding...
Pieces of love
In decay..
And as the creeps become
Crawlies; come out to play.
They each emerge from its mouth with only peace.
The human remained in silence.
Copyright © Luke Winter | Year Posted 2014
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