Speaks The Tree

once again
my thoughts traipse through my 6B quill
about time
about life
about the door exiting the future
about anything

then my eyes
feel the sleeping timber
imagine the hues captur’d in the grey
until I contrive purpose

and now hearing the silvery migration
I am gratify’d

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s