A vow
the dead of a cold sky
above still silence
fades from memory as
small buds of
fecund greenery burst
toward the
citrine in blue
until
All fades away
Gone once more
Yeah, that's all I got in the lobby of Carmax, while my son kept trying to climb into the display models.
This weekend's prompt is to write 33 words exactly inspired by the following photo project by Eirik Solheim. Each slice of the photo compilation is a different day of the year, taken from the same location.
Here's the still shot:
Here's the still shot:
