Tuesday, December 9, 2008

In the moments of waiting

The river is at its banks, willing spring with sheer force and for the first time, I can see the hills lit up in the pallid end of winter’s grip; clouds hang lazy in a pink-tinged yellow sunset lighting up spires of churches and dusty smokestacks, factories in full blaze. Mangled branches pierce the horizon pushing fingertips of new green, a promise of life to bring us a much needed bounty if only we could wait that long.
Aleathia Drehmer 2008
Published by Kendra Steiner Editions 5/08

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