Friday, January 22, 2016

January Poetry



Lovely tree,
Yesterday
wild winds of winter combed
your black and twining hair.
When dawn blinked
You emerged 
softly capped in ermine,
star-kissed with diamonds. 
Wind's sharp breath caught in his throat 
and sun, stricken sun, 
can't turn his eye from you.

By Rita Reed

1 comment:

Rambling Woods said...

Perfect with the photo.....