January in June


The old tree’s shadow on the evening lawn
Grasped desperately at the soft-sprung grass,
Bare branches naked in the partlet sky
As jaded elms looked on at such display—
No pity in their limbs all burnished grey—
Until the coal night hid her all away.

I loved her then; I love her still today.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. viewingcamelot
    Apr 05, 2014 @ 00:25:11

    Impeccable.

    Reply

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