Wounded Winter
The crescent moon lent a possessive tinge
to the stratified silhouettes of the wounded Winter sky.
The sliver of silver provided the single, solitary, punctuation
to an otherwise dreary evening.
Soot colored vegetation covered the horizon
As dwelling lights flicked on
dotting the vista like fire flies in night.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2008
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