Winter Skin
shared with the skin of trees
sun exposed compositions
onto sheets of paper
long shadows into silk ribbon
velvet in certain kinds of light
only winter knows
whispers recorded in a book of wishes
shared with the skin of trees
sun exposed compositions
onto sheets of paper
long shadows into silk ribbon
velvet in certain kinds of light
only winter knows
whispers recorded in a book of wishes
Mouth of the river again
The calligraphy of trees
leaning toward something
or maybe just tired
Too many flimsy metaphors
Yet the mouth can hold
and does withdold so much
