I see arching branches bare
like winter slumber's newborn rest
were quietude of autumnal leaves
may still cling sparsely as
brittle twigs spray like spun webs
fragile and sternly briared
naked with aberration's darkness
twined with integral meaning...
(Written: June 26th, 2010 5:00 p/m)
© Poetess Victoria L. McColley
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