Wednesday, December 07, 2005

From the trees

The sycamore girl

Always in freefall -
she tumbles
through another autumn
more brittle that the last.

And wraps her dreams
in brown paper -
only to watch them grow

soft in the rain.

1 comment:

jkw said...

I leave it for a few weeks and when I return I find it all coloured in. Now I can look at the colours and find my meaning.