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.
Posts Tagged ‘willow’
We All Live Like This
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged grace, ice crystal, life, light, poem, transience, willow on December 13, 2011| 1 Comment »
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