Thursday, April 15, 2004

rotted blossoms through fickle branches
appear as i peer out in morn
while the fog blooms.
decay even has a time to die, you know.
wasted sunshine ceases to exist
(especially after all this rain).
ripening rips through the icy floor clouds
and somber bleakness itself can be found shuddering
from the weather.
decay even has a time to die, you know.
*bettie* at 9:46 AM