COLD BY NATURES PAIN
deep reds were
waving yesterday, now
gusts of wind
rip color from
graceful trees, hours
gone - lay naked near
brilliant orange,
ever - gren
where we walk
the road not wide
or paved...
paint peeling on
a crooked porch,
splinters of glass
spot at us as wind
rocks earth, once more...
our feet still shuffle
forward...
caressing flat rock of
hazy blue and pinks,
aging earth... rain falls
covers slabs of color,
rock - hard
cold by natures pain.
Nancy Duci Denofio 2005
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