Winter Rest

 Somnolent,

the blear of grassy brown

and khaki bends down low before the

tuneless rush of  wind that lazily pursues

its constant quest to touch the leaden sky

that spreads abroad and wide and grey and quiet like a dream:

the painted backdrop of the  winging birds

 flying  on  before  the  smudge of  ghostly

sunlight sears a hole inside the silver

cloud, to view the sleeping

grass.

 

 

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