Monday, October 24, 2016

poem of the day October 24


I watch the wave
of a windy tree
silhouette handshakes
just for me
On a grey dawn sky 
the forest shudders
with the blustery gale
fresh air north and west
Undulating for the sun 
as it climbs the ridge
to sway the light
through bowing branch bridge

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