Monday, January 14, 2013

Naked


In shouldered rows of frosted bark,
the vines raise shivered arms,
toward the wintered sky of grey;
in thirsting for the warmth.
In tangled reach of bare-born branch,
they hold to dreams of Spring,
and sing their silent songs of life,
to buddings deep within.


this week's prompt, naked.




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2 comments:

  1. It'll be a while until we see those buds...but it's always worth the wait, eh?

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  2. end of autumn, waiting for the spring is a welcome change. Loved the thought!

    Akila

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