branches reach the sky
but for limbs broken bare
as my own, bundled tight,
ache from slumber
the fallow fields beneath the snow
stretch for miles in unforgiving cold
and there’s nothing here I remember
maybe i left behind nothing to forget
with sallow light, the northern sun
shines the same on every one of us
©2010 Pale Yellow Music/ASCAP
Photo courtesy of Christy Clark Gray
Robert Müller and the Way Home 
This is to be accompanied by music. I hope that happens soon. Once it does, I will post to iCompositions.
the image is beautiful.
keep wondering…
very poignant..
outstanding work..
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