The Salt Marsh Poet
“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be." - Lao tsu
Monday, January 17, 2011
Surrender
Photo by J. Trent
Surrender
by John D. Trent
Grey,
So very,very grey
Colorless puddles
And floating decay
Sizzling,
With every falling touch
Slow
So very, very slow
Bent yellow blades
Their end foretold
Surrendering,
As distant thunder rolls
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