Winters eve
Fog looms over irredescent frost,
eerie silence settles.
Naked branches claw,
grasping nothing.
Dirty moon, smudged into
cloud blackened sky,
holds court over all.
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Andy N
Tue 4th May 2010 08:15
lot off detail in such a short piece... seems a bit different to other stuff of yours i have read - not sure what are you doing with your writing, chick but would consider trying to get this published or if you are writing for a collection - put it in x