Thursday, August 5, 2010
A kind of Hush
The night rolls out like a black snake
Hissing few soundless songs…
In the deep shadows of trees
I hear the wind weep, hiding its face in the dark.
*The title is derived from an old Carpenters’ song- “There is a kind of hush all over the world…”
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