Wednesday, April 1, 2015


Tonight I am unruly
I will forgive, pinch, and cast off
My wandering branches.

Wait out the false spring,
Braid the withys before they dry;
Basket of bright sins.

Twine wandering limbs
Tight. Let the foolish gold gleam.
Tonight I am unruly.

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful imagery here C. A magical view into the changing of season and the life of a tree....lovely writing!