The Season Ends by Amy Barry The sound of crows cawing on their lonely flight home, she stands beside the maple tree, sodden dark bark from the heavy rain, moss creeps up its trunk, fine play of colours- autumn hues of green, black, yellow and rust, bitter contrast to her fine, white face, a poignant image, a youth blooming in a season of ending. Her body hanging on the maple tree, not a finger moving, not a muscle tensed, her face in repose, she is lulled by winter’s song. youtube/watch?v=mZ2NRyjkc34&feature=youtu.be
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 05:38:38 +0000