Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Allen Creek:
Yellow tamaracks in the late August light,
crooked,
bare.
The needles slowly fall.
Fall,
that old feeling is back,
nostalgia,
loneliness.
It's hard to put a finger on it;
a fear of the death from winter.
Longing,
for the summer warmth.
A cold breeze sneaks up on you,
as you try to capture this moment,
of white light,
endlessly surrounding you.
Yellow tamaracks in the late August light,
crooked,
bare.
The needles slowly fall.
Fall,
that old feeling is back,
nostalgia,
loneliness.
It's hard to put a finger on it;
a fear of the death from winter.
Longing,
for the summer warmth.
A cold breeze sneaks up on you,
as you try to capture this moment,
of white light,
endlessly surrounding you.
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