Tuesday, December 30, 2008

sycamores in winter 2

white limbed advance guard
emerging from winter's dull forest;
ghostly army
of twisted branches
fingering grey skies.

poem and photographs ©sgreerpitt, December 30, 2008

1 comment:

Quiet Paths said...

I like your poem; this is how it feels, yes. The photos say a lot but the verse truly provides such depth.