we are all layersin the winter of life
haunted by the wool
as the wind plays fife
and
Dark trees conspire
their branches in cavorts
owls hooting too
hiding in their forts
so
walk with me my child
beside the path of water
flowers wave our way
fearful of the slaughter
2 comments:
I absolutely love this, a gorgeous piece of writing, so much so I don't know what words to use to tell you just how direct this is, concise yet expansive, such care in choice Dark trees conspire, vivid, telling wording, ambience descending like mist, seen, breathed, encountered, surrounding. Hardy-ish in its brilliance.
Am totally wowed.
Thank you Ms Storm. Your comments never fail to make me smile, a commodity worthy of trade along with a few free hugs. :-D
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