Sunlight bathes a bare branch, bright chestnut.
The tree’s trunk is in shadow,
The color of bronze.
On the face of a cliff
The wind blows relentlessly,
A furrow the wind’s full tally.
The sun’s light moves off,
The bare branch
Fades from all view.
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 2:39 PM UTC