Tuesday, 29 January 2008

Copse

Birch woods, snow packed high,
black branches taut against white sky.

Fresh clean air and crispy cold,
singing birds and

Guns at dawn.



Previously published in Envoi

5 comments:

mm said...

Oh yes, a killer last line. Literally.

We have that here too. I'm still not used to it.

polona said...

ooh... such idylic image and then shocking last line.
great stuff!

Jo said...

yes, the last line does shock, which is good.

Clare said...

Powerful. I really like the contrast of feeling in this.
:)

Scot said...

This has compact power--love it!
Thanks for the visit--


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