Dumping buckets

Even in a building of this size
i can hear and feel the rush of it
the last of the fall rain
before its heavy darkness
grows white
joins with the passing
of approaching solstice

grows light,
some glowing mutant winter foliage
brightening our dark corner
of the world

with a ground up sort of light
to get us through

About these ads

Reach out and touch someone....

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s