Saturday, December 3, 2011

Word Sketches From A Winter's Walk

...sky the color of raspberry sherbet, pushed back by the jagged shadows of quiet trees...

...long, gray strip of sidewalk, its edges furry with fallen leaves...

...conversational saw cutting firewood...

...Shadow snuffling through rusted oak leaves in search of an acorn to carry away...

...sore spot on the bottom of my foot which contemplated becoming a blister...

...meandering path, chummily accompanying the shivering creek...

...my road ahead obliterated by the searchlights of an oncoming car...

...twilight like a lithe, gray cat...

...small, thoughtful stone gargoyle guarding its withered garden...

...power lines write a musical staff across the cold sky...

...in a round, bare tree, the bump of a nest sits off-center...

...deceptive ice layering the still, murky water...

...warm water bubbling into an icy dog-bowl...

...colored lights in the still dimness...


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