obliterates vision.
Sniggers of pure white pursue prey
with alacrity in all directions.
The shutter of blue wool
shields my vision from white interference.
As we halt, in the lone, dim haze of the lamplight,
the harbringers of winter toll their icy knell.
The world is all so silent,
reclining fields like nudes.
All hushed except for the cawing of raven-like revellers from within,
and the whirr and clank of our faithful stead.
Whilst pondering with grown-up eye
the artist diminishes and
The awe-struck toddler begs
to run and play
KAG Feb 4th 2012
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Awwwwwwwwww, snow is so exciting!!!!!!!
we have no snow :(
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