Urban Letters
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Winter Sky
Gray that speaks
in whispers of
blue and white.
No bird chatters
no dog barks;
fitful semaphore
of branch on window
the only sound.
They may bear
fog, snow,
freezing rain
or cruel wind.
Everything waits.
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