Saturday, January 08, 2011

8th January ~ a stone for the river

The Silver Birch

branches hang bare
the last strands of
a witch’s hair

she stands graceful
her arms set in a frozen dance
waiting for the season

to bloom again

2 comments:

LauraX said...

I can see her waiting...you've described her with such loving precision.

Leonardo B. said...

Delicate words... delicate, deep!

LB