Thursday, March 12, 2015

poem of the day March 12


I wonder if anyone but me
sees the large witch’s broom
atop the old lark tree
It can only be seen 
when the strange needles fall
to those who live
by sweet  Shelburne Falls
The question I ask you all to confer
Is it odd for a witch 
to be living in this weird conifer?

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