Monday, June 23, 2014

the blue hour of twilight

In the blue hour of twilight
As the storm rolls in over the canyon
A mist cloaks the tall pines
There lies a heavy sorrow in its indigo hue
A mysterious wonder to behold
Secrets held in the prickly needles of the trees
And bound to the lichen covered granite
Waiting to be unlocked by the morning sun
Until then...

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