Break In The Storms
Crackling under weighted, leaden snow
Like creaking bones,
Petrified and fracture-ready.
They splinter, one by one,
Dangling, useless arms
Swinging in the storm,
Till separated at the shoulder.
The birds, here by mistaken instinct,
Hear the trees’ screeching screams
But pay no mind,
Free from alarm.
They kiss each falling part,
Then escape each crashing branch.
Letting go to save their lives,
Taking flight to higher sky.
Posted by Katy
on 01/22/11 at 12:04 PM
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