The universe is a painter. A hushed brush slips over  canvas. Indigo kisses grey. The sky rips open in a shower of scattered pearls. Land stills beneath Winter’s touch.

Snowflakes tumble, blanketing the lonely streets. Crystals shimmer and tease shadows. Moonlit ribbons drape the dark. From the forest’s edge, he steps. 

The silence is deafening.

And I stand enchanted by the wonder of it all. 


~ A lone wolf guards my heart




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Anna Watson

~ write like a painter

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