Wednesday, 13 November 2013

November sunset

  • And so, under the cloak of dark night, seen only by stars & creatures of night, winter arrives. The air is harsh & crisp, frost crystallises. 
    The day passes, wellington boots splash through muddy puddles, computer screen blinks, keyboard keys tap. 
    Headlights pinpoint the busy road, flocks of birds drift, unhurried, towards roost. 
    The dying sun lights the sky, the gathered clouds flame brightly.

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