Limbs dressed in flames, they await the cloudburst that will disrobe them to stand naked and undulate along the creek until it runs— until late spring. Our chorus line of winter nymphs, centuries rooted in the same place, I stare into their fire and pray for rain. 0.29"
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Drought, Dry Creek, haiku, photographs, poetry, sycamore, weekly-photo-challenge
Dark portal reserved for spring
without an address
or need for a door.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged haiku, photographs, poetry, sycamore, weekly-photo-challenge
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