Shuttered Skies.

 


The day is closing down,

grey shutters pulled across

noon-day skies.

Soft winds smile, as winter

rests her slumber’d eyes.

A lone leaf drifts, settles

content, upon this hour

where silence lies.

 

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stormwolf

Really beautiful in the softness of the inner melody that speaks of total connection. A fav for me.
I think noon-day better
Alison x