Wednesday, 27 May 2009



A wind came from faraway lands to visit the dry woods.

It found a sleeping silence painted rust and gold and brown.

Paused on its way and turned dead leaves into butterflies.



5 comments:

Prince of Mirkwood said...

I can't spot the butterflies...

Death On Two Legs said...

I've been searching online for a picture like this since years ago.

Thanks.

Vangmayi said...

Loved the butterfly line. And the rust line. And the other line too.
:)

Did you write it?

The picture reminded of that poem by Frost.The Road Less Travelled By...

Or I think that's what it was called.
"...and I took the one less travelled by/ And that's made all the difference..."????
Yeah, something like that...

blinknmiss said...

Yes, I wrote it. Stole the picture though. Didn't seem right without it.

Diwakar Sinha said...

it is one of very beautiful things i have heard in the small size that it is