Thursday afternoon.
My God the sky turned black.
Blowing of the wind damages the trees.
Revenge for them remaining clothed.
In tardiness into December they walk slow.
Ah, their foliage should have left an age ago.
Leaves should have left the trees.
They were deceived by temperate weather.
It is still yet.
Won't be for more than minutes.
Sallow leaves attached by whispers.
Still waiting for the wind to blow.
Anarchic leaves await permission to let go.
The wind will blow.
Around ivory towers.
Ivory cast out.
Elephants long gone.
In a teacup brews a storm of sighs.
Rattles the windows and makes wet the skies.
Waiting in silence for rain to pour.
To wash off the leaves.
Make puddles bless the floor.
(c) Livvi 05/12/2013.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 10:11 AM UTC
Thursday afternoon.
My God the sky turned black.
Blowing of the wind damages the trees.
Revenge for them remaining clothed.
In tardiness into December they walk slow.
Ah, their foliage should have left an age ago.
Leaves should have left the trees.
They were deceived by temperate weather.
It is still yet.
Won't be for more than minutes.
Sallow leaves attached by whispers.
Still waiting for the wind to blow.
Anarchic leaves await permission to let go.
The wind will blow.
Around ivory towers.
Ivory cast out.
Elephants long gone.
In a teacup brews a storm of sighs.
Rattles the windows and makes wet the skies.
Waiting in silence for rain to pour.
To wash off the leaves.
Make puddles bless the floor.
(c) Livvi 05/12/2013.
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