Monday, January 7, 2013

One Winter Day in Provence


On a grey morning, Provençale fields are barren and brown.

The cuts into the hillside are also brown and lifeless.

Some fields spring eternal with dustings of greenery.

While Fall leaves hang on tightly,

Some without success.

Undressed vines unprotected from the elements.

And trees stripped and beheaded, waiting for the salvation of Spring.


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