Leaves cling stubborn to bare limbs veins trace rivers through tea-stained parchment translucent against the wan winter sun beige ghosts of crimson glory the furled fists rustle, chimes in the winter wind
"veins trace rivers through tea-stained parchment" - wonderful imagery Linda and I came here through your other site...the one extolling 6 years! Cool!
So much to appreciate here - color, texture, sound, and movement all simply but powerfully observed. A great stone for today!
ReplyDeleteLovely--I particularly like "chimes in the winter wind." That's a beautiful and evocative image.
ReplyDeletebeige ghosts of crimson glory
ReplyDeleteGorgeous.
"veins trace rivers through tea-stained parchment" - wonderful imagery Linda and I came here through your other site...the one extolling 6 years! Cool!
ReplyDeleteI agree, your imagery is wonderful in this poem. I enjoyed the verbal/visual images.
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