Winter
December 7, 2005 11:47 PM
Soughing wheezing mesh of aching light, seeping up from stones, diffuse and padded gleaming light on wingtips, phosphor melting puddled strange-waves. Huddled here, breathing in each layer upon layer of gilded winter slapping shock. Ashen grace, hungry sunsets against stark negative inverse dusk, haze as glory, as another nothing on that feasting frost.