The land lies in wait
Moist with the dewy air
The quivering knot in her throat
Grew dryer with each breath
With every step her hands shook
Her aching bones protruding from her flesh
Her pale silvery skin broke
Drawing color forth into the night.
She felt, she saw,
The color dropped from her hand
lept into the earth
she saw and she knew
she puled that thread from her hand
and spun it, quilted it
her bones shook
and a blanket, she draped around her shoulders.
It engulfed her black icy feet
Melting the gray around he
And the color spread.
The muted noise of the forest grew unaltered
The soil received its warm red rain
And the world was new.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC
The land lies in wait
Moist with the dewy air
The quivering knot in her throat
Grew dryer with each breath
With every step her hands shook
Her aching bones protruding from her flesh
Her pale silvery skin broke
Drawing color forth into the night.
She felt, she saw,
The color dropped from her hand
lept into the earth
she saw and she knew
she puled that thread from her hand
and spun it, quilted it
her bones shook
and a blanket, she draped around her shoulders.
It engulfed her black icy feet
Melting the gray around he
And the color spread.
The muted noise of the forest grew unaltered
The soil received its warm red rain
And the world was new.