Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Too Early

It is early , dark night still holds sway. Outside the rain falls heavy from a still dark sky. Max has returned home covered in the water-beads.
The fire sleeps, covered in a blanket of ashes and needs to be stirred to life. She is awake, troubled by restless dragons. Winter creeps ever closer with its promise of snow.


Alison said...

Good luck with the Greenaway Award!!!
Take care,
Alison x

Boy said...

Winter. We don't gets it over here. Wish I could see some snow. Maybe you could ask winter to come over!