Branches

January 4, 2018

Branches

Tapping at the windows

Sliding against the glass

Screeching with each blow of the wind

Through the gestures of the autumn cold

The chills begin to grow stronger

As the cold grows longer

Into the depths of the winter air

The lower it goes with each day that passes

Leaves vanish

Darkness aproaches






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