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.

2 comments:

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!