Saturday, 15 January 2011

dusk

bare silver birch branches flail in the darkening sky
capillaries of dormant sap
and I'm not sure where the hours have gone

3 comments:

Lynne Rees said...

Hello there - the first two words on your profile caught my attention! Poet. Cook. You might be interested in my blogs too -
an open field
Lynne Rees (The Hungry Writer)
Applehouse poetry.

Nice to meet you in the river of stones.

Hildred and Charles said...

Very nice words.

yakihoshi said...

Lynne - I've enjoyed having a read of your blogs, thanks for stopping by on mine too!

Harold and Charles - glad you like it! Thank you.