Sustaining life by Keith D Allison The movement Complex Snow clouds Dancing The cold winds Of early fall The shades of green mixed in autumn The fever of white does fall The cold cuts Deep to the bone The quiet hang The emptiness dwells within the heart The season’s Rise And Fall The bow hangs up on the wall Stains of blood on moisten soil The fire crackles In shadows of dim light The fragrance of venison Echoes in the cabins night 10/10/2005 Posted on 10/10/2005 Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/10/05 at 08:52 PM This tells me of things earthy and primal, even ancient. I like it alot. Very nice. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)