Sweetest Winters End

Flaxen willows end
A chilled breeze dissipates
To a watery suns sabbath embrace
Greying clouds turn to white, to calm blue forming imagination
A greener grass, comforting along to sparrows call in the dying town of hidden life
Cool calmness,
As I walk…

Ian V. Seymour ©2012

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