January. Rain deconstructs itself,
exposing a stash of memory around
its core. They fall from windowsills
and rooftops. Foxes avoid licking
the puddles in the morning; wary
of their bitter taste.
January Rain
January. Rain deconstructs itself,
exposing a stash of memory around
its core. They fall from windowsills
and rooftops. Foxes avoid licking
the puddles in the morning; wary
of their bitter taste.
Sally R
Christian, I was uploading an image – trying to evoke a title – and there was your latest perfect piece.
I hope you are not offended but I have dedicated the picture to you – even though our ‘rains’ are on distant continents – as January Rain Too
Ushna Sardar
fabulous!