Thursday, January 6, 2011

When cold winds blow.

I watch the ancient brick buildings of this city
As they are assaulted
By an onslaught of
Sharp sword-like wind
That is merciless.
The brick buildings do not move.
They only stand, full of hardness and resistance.
Meanwhile, oak trees sway happily.
Are you an oak tree?
Do resistant winds drive you to hardness?
Or do they drive you do dance?

No comments:

Post a Comment