and then again, I am the same tree on the same hill
look you have seen it
here,
your eyes close
shutting feathers down of egrets
lounging in morning fog
tall nudging of estuaries
of reeds, foxglove-purple glens
here,
your eyes are closed
the white is peeking in from the edges
soft memory
plump and poultice
the egrets blush a ruffled wing
unsetting setting dust
the yellow fog claved the fold
martyred the morning
before it began
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 4:08 AM UTC
and then again, I am the same tree on the same hill
look you have seen it
here,
your eyes close
shutting feathers down of egrets
lounging in morning fog
tall nudging of estuaries
of reeds, foxglove-purple glens
here,
your eyes are closed
the white is peeking in from the edges
soft memory
plump and poultice
the egrets blush a ruffled wing
unsetting setting dust
the yellow fog claved the fold
martyred the morning
before it began
