November
It begins here
the imperceptible lengthening of shadow
darkness barely far enough ahead
trying not to stumble over the ominous gloom
her icy fingers reach out
desperate to feed upon light
each morning becomes an excruciating battle
between the dull, grey monotony of ordinary life
versus rare moments of pure and exuberant incandescence
disappointment hangs in the air
frozen exhales suspended like small clouds
the thickening fog swallowing every thought
every breath
until there is nothing
beyond the silence
of November
Angela Minard 2014©
Photography~Nicholas Bell
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