Those are narrow, steep stone steps
that lead up to short crusted walls
and gritted grounds of sand
Overlook the expanse of the lake
the willow trees, the autumn colours
Isolation, as you must learn, comes in
red and dust and wilted golden
when the wind blows
and the leaves rustle,
it is an echoing emptiness
the snow-frosted flower blossoms
but walk past the fragile elegance
and hear it; listen to the soft sigh
quaver in the cold
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
Those are narrow, steep stone steps
that lead up to short crusted walls
and gritted grounds of sand
Overlook the expanse of the lake
the willow trees, the autumn colours
Isolation, as you must learn, comes in
red and dust and wilted golden
when the wind blows
and the leaves rustle,
it is an echoing emptiness
the snow-frosted flower blossoms
but walk past the fragile elegance
and hear it; listen to the soft sigh
quaver in the cold
