Winter
Brown and withered...
all these branches
Winter
In all its' starkness
A strange beauty,
in shades of brown
Winter...
Unclad
Tumbling brown leaves,
in a winter sky
Tracing your name
Such silence...
Winter...
when it came
The snow has yet to fall...
A strange time,
with a wintry sun
Cold
The whiteness has not yet begun
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007
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