Sunday, February 8, 2009

Emailing: IMG_1193

The storm passes:
Leaving us a captive of untamed beauty
under the shelter of a clear blue sky.
Her icy fingers cover all our ugliness.
Quietly, the time passes by.
A different time, perhaps-
She would nurture and provide.
Instead, she tries to rob us of our warmth
and places danger in our stride.