Saturday, January 8, 2011

31 Winter Poems: Poem 7 (and 8)

I am a silvery strand of web
spinning in the sunlight high up in the tree.

I am the bright red wing of the bird perched before flight.

I am the tall strong branches of the oak
bending slightly in the breeze.

And the acorn that has fallen to the ground below.

I am the orange impatiens bowing toward
the earth in prayer.

I am all of these things and more.

1 comment:

Stef said...

oooh, love this! x