Yesterday was a cold day.
Cool and crisp with a sharp sun emitting small warmth.
Shards of light filtered their way to the ground.
Piercing dead leaves en route.
The Horn Beam had grown.
New heights were in reach.
The thickening trunk now held firm.
Each leaf containing a memory.
Cool and crisp with a sharp sun emitting small warmth.
Shards of light filtered their way to the ground.
Piercing dead leaves en route.
The Horn Beam had grown.
New heights were in reach.
The thickening trunk now held firm.
Each leaf containing a memory.
14/12/09
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