20 November 2010

anticipation

my toes are cold, the frigid air
steals in from the opened door.
the bells from the monastery
chime above the town,
notes snowflaking through the brittle air.
I'm thinking about , , , , ,

1 comment:

  1. Sandra Davies20 November, 2010

    I like 'frigid air' stealing in and the picture is a good one indeed. Last line has a crisp anticipation.

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