Improvised
snow bends the light into rainbows
until this fledgling year takes shape
on branches flush with buds.
Fresh faced squirrals dig memories
from hollows and building begins
among the cupped arms. Breath
hangs still on crystals but not for long.
Welcome to The Tangled Branch! Join us.
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Dave,
Very nice seasonal poem.
You had me at fledgling year. I would never have thought to describe a year with that word, but, having seen it, it's perfect.
Enjoyed the fresh-faced squirrels too. They've been particularly busy this last week, and I saw a very small one, still learning just how far he can jump.
Gyppo
Very nice seasonal poem.
You had me at fledgling year. I would never have thought to describe a year with that word, but, having seen it, it's perfect.
Enjoyed the fresh-faced squirrels too. They've been particularly busy this last week, and I saw a very small one, still learning just how far he can jump.
Gyppo
I've been writing ever since I realised I could. Storytelling since I started talking. Poetry however comes and goes