The willow branch
hung in rime
just as the sun
begins to shine
is a hopeless place
to be a bloom of ice,
but for that moment
such grace, such light.
We All Live Like This
December 13, 2011 by Rosemerry
December 13, 2011 by Rosemerry
The willow branch
hung in rime
just as the sun
begins to shine
is a hopeless place
to be a bloom of ice,
but for that moment
such grace, such light.
Love that word rime, used as you do, placed as you do. Nice pic too.