golden eyes and a feathered quill

personal blog full of my photos, writings and my health progress.

Monday, June 25, 2012


all is still
the branches reach out
thin limbs clawing at the sky 
silently, silently
grasping the stars that swirl 
into an ever-changing abyss
never able to 
really find beauty in such a thin
frail grasp
constantly being broken
then the cold white fluff
twirls from the sky
and the lonely claws are finally comforted
by the gentle arrival of such
softness
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