360*tree

take my hand and climb with me…

nineteen degrees: ‘cold on the outside…’

Cherry Blossoms ~ Tindersticks

Snow crowns nearby mountains, glimpsed for a moment. Then gone. Deluges drown the music. Procession of squalls on the back of a chill. No wood to kindle a fire, cat tribe shivers together, a cross-stitch of fur.  Black and white, white and ginger. On black. Hope dissolves in rain, deep freeze like a wound. Would you fashion me a flame, shimmer shard of old heat? Send word. Send spring. Send anything.

Fall over my words. Let me forget again…

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This entry was posted on October 19, 2012 by in Spring and tagged , , , , , .

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