lo, and behold

Stemming from my original mission to create 365 poems. A culmination of years past and days present.


2 January 2013

129: waves

But the snow covers the branches it broke, and the ice carried its weight,
And the pavement sleek and beautiful. And the city slept,
And we slept, without a glow around our faces.
A quiet storm, muffled roars. Thunder lurks in winter.
Greenery abounds beyond fragility, washes away the dirt.