25 views
Winter
Grey day
Construction sounds
Nails pock a dying world
In a winter wonderland
Chainsaws eat meals
Out of giants
And metal cats
Prowl roads with echo purrs
In smooth prances
A quartz sky
In opal petroleum sheen
Blares it's white light
Onto a dormant oasis
In the asphalt desert flats
Made from green hills and giant oaks
Laid low and square
A warming winter
Waits patiently
For fate's fall, fortune's feverish foot
Fewer and fewer giants power our bellows
Winter's wraiths
Wrathful, await
Just above cloud cover
Watchful, tallying
Transgressions to turn to turmult
© inkcloud
Construction sounds
Nails pock a dying world
In a winter wonderland
Chainsaws eat meals
Out of giants
And metal cats
Prowl roads with echo purrs
In smooth prances
A quartz sky
In opal petroleum sheen
Blares it's white light
Onto a dormant oasis
In the asphalt desert flats
Made from green hills and giant oaks
Laid low and square
A warming winter
Waits patiently
For fate's fall, fortune's feverish foot
Fewer and fewer giants power our bellows
Winter's wraiths
Wrathful, await
Just above cloud cover
Watchful, tallying
Transgressions to turn to turmult
© inkcloud
Related Stories
24 Likes
0
Comments
24 Likes
0
Comments