The day dawned
bereft of colour
devoid of definition
lost from view

The mist wreathed
veiled in grey
leaching colour
from the trees

Rime dusted
on the bushes
roofs and

The sun gently sweept
the mists away
returning colour
to the trees

Only the cold
sunk down
in the valley

Where the river
flows northwest
to the sea
so far away

No comments:

Post a Comment