Up above your chipped trunk and concrete base
You reign gnarly and strong
With your tangle of branches
You are such a witchy tree
I can't help but watch you
Holding court
I see you reaching out with those thin fingers
Through the night sky
And I smile
HI Maggie,
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment on my blog today.
I am not familiar with the River of Stones writing project, but it looks like you've gotten a lot of material written.
I enjoyed reading your poems here. Keep up the great writing!
~Briana of CourageouslyCreating
Thanks, Briana! It's been a fun challenge.
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