The following poem was prompted by both the photo prompt #37 of Willow at her Magpie Tales and by the Sunday Scribblings prompt #237 Harvest... I hope you enjoy my interpretation of these. To read others click on the links.
Soaking and sloshing, the essence of a new day.
As white and crisp as a child's innocence.
Forming reflections of the latest of seasons.
|Magpie Tales #37|
The rain rinses the branches bare of its leaves.
Harvested, the stark nakedness in silhouettes.
Settling delicately into the winter bed.