Monday, January 28, 2008

Dark Trees



into the shadows flitting and fleeting my fears hide
behind each tree who's shadow grows longer
with the setting sun while my fears grow
in length with creeping darkness
of evenings end.
to completely dissolve with suns slow descent into
my fearful imagination.



The End



6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Those are beauitful pictures!!! -Missy

Anonymous said...

cold and mysterious....i like them!  :)
gina

Anonymous said...

I love these!!!  Very Nice!!!

Joann

Anonymous said...

It's very beautiful!
Pam

Anonymous said...

Very nice, I love the poem with it. :)

Anonymous said...

sometimes fear and confusion are the gateway to great imagination!!
Nancy


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