My tiny manzanita tree…
Cultivating leaves from soft green to pale russet.
Slowly dying or is the season changing?
There are locks where my eyes used to be,
Eyes so deeply set like roots in soil.
I study the branches twisting, snaking; each turn with a purpose, a ploy.
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 3:23 PM UTC
My tiny manzanita tree…
Cultivating leaves from soft green to pale russet.
Slowly dying or is the season changing?
There are locks where my eyes used to be,
Eyes so deeply set like roots in soil.
I study the branches twisting, snaking; each turn with a purpose, a ploy.
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