Winter Night

[rejectomorph]

Were a breeze to stir this chill air, it might stir my thoughts as well. But cold lies on the ground like a stilled sea, and nothing moves in the silence. All the night is only stars and shadowed shapes, mute, held fast by empty dark. They would break free and speak, in my voice, but winter weights my tongue.

Comments

[fynne.livejournal.com]

I love to read your posts, I have very little time during the work week to comment, but your posts are so meaningful to me, rich with the language of the elements.

[rejectomorph]

Thanks. :-)