Under the snow
She held her breath
A smile kissing her lips.
Though threadbare, unblinded.
Heads held high.
Her gray sky was
September afternoon
Crisp leaves, ripe as
apples, skittering
over it all,
perfuming the air.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
Under the snow
She held her breath
A smile kissing her lips.
Though threadbare, unblinded.
Heads held high.
Her gray sky was
September afternoon
Crisp leaves, ripe as
apples, skittering
over it all,
perfuming the air.
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