Sunday 20 November 2011

  drifting wishes

walking
winter woods
naked
skeletons
brazenly stand

 sole tree attired
brittle shapes
rattling
rustling
touching

drifting wishes
delicate
fluttering
gently
magically

lofty
oak tree
habiliment
dropping
to the ground

10 comments:

KaHolly said...

I am there! Wonderful verse. I am so envious of your ability to express yourself so well with words.

Moving with Mitchell said...

Another picture picture painted. Thank you. And now I know what habiliment is. Sunday was not wasted -- although it's already Monday here.

Ina in Alaska said...

Winter defined!

Cuby said...

KaHolly: I went out yesterday and as soon as I was home I captured the words I needed for this poem. I am so glad it worked for you.

Cuby said...

Mitch Block: Thanks for your thoughts.

Cuby said...

Ina in Alaska: Yes it was without snow!!

CherryPie said...

Very wintery feel.

Cuby said...

CherryPie: Glad it came through.

Doris said...

Beautiful! I just love the images every poem conjures up. Yet again this one did not disappoint.

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