Monday, 9 June 2008


Blue is the sky, deep as oceans.
Grass, green as emeralds lies beneath.
A gentle susurrus blows through the trees -
The tranquil sigh of a world for now at peace.

I heard the word "susurrus" today and it seemed
perfect for this piece.

1 comment:

Darkwinter said...

I love that word. Pratchett, I assume, is where you heard it - but I can't remember which book it's in. Equal Rites? Had a feeling it was a witches book.