The bleak sun peered down
Through clouds like washed up sand
It illuminated the gentle fog
And gave shadows to the trees
The barn it made a shilloutte
The rolling hills it muffled
Ghosts it sent to roam the ground
There I stood in unearthly silence
Watching the shadows shift
Breathing in the quiet air
Beneath the old Stark tree
2 comments:
Wow! Great imagery! I love to see great posts! 😉
This was so good. It was short and simple, yet so descriptive.
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