it was a . . .
by
, 01-04-2008 at 06:23 PM (2012 Views)
with a vellum of false security
the fortified front door
remained intently locked
against the howling wind
gripping the tempestuous night
outside distorted by the storm
shadows fly freely in the cold
creating persuasive fiction
alive in quiet minds
held locked in slumper
resting with reminisce
sheltered near the stream
persisting the wet moss
continued without recess
residing with the old oak tree