Howling, Wailing

Howling, Wailing
A wind that goes howling round the house,

and weeping as in shame. Cold November dawn peeping through the windows,

cold dawn creeping over the floor, creeping up his cold legs,

creeping over his cold body, creeping across his cold face.

A glaze of thin yellow sunlight on the staring eyes. Wind howling

through bent branches. A wind which never dies down. Howling, wailing.

4 comments

  1. zach says:

    wooooooo! killer shot. i wish it were mine! i gotta turn in a portfolio here shortly! nice work and love the blog. you're bookmarked, bro.

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