24.November.18


Naked trees, hued in scarlet ire, jealously gaze at sky blanketed in speckled glows, wondering if lost warmths are now those distant halos.

Siffles blow through arms of leafless stalks, crying for calming company of past talks.

Will an audacious one break free from stationed roots, recovering its garb by breaking physical laws about which it gives no hoots?

Blinks waggish echo sparkles’ smiles, amused at earthly beings out of comforted styles.

Has a preceptor left a message of hope in heaven’s stippling, decodable only by those as passioned and wondered as Rudyard Kipling?

Patient trees, whose reaches never tire, grow nobler through each seasoned state, learning when to dream, when to try, when to bend, and when to wait. : )

Categories: Melange

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Help Break The Silence

Give A Voice to the Voiceless

Miss Rya's blog

Coffee, sugar and art. Be drama.

My Literary Quest

Helping you find your own literary magic

Kmwblogger's Blog

Just another WordPress.com weblog

WordPress.com

WordPress.com is the best place for your personal blog or business site.

Peteroo's Blog

Words Of The Day Of Scribble And Sense

The WordPress.com Blog

The latest news on WordPress.com and the WordPress community.

%d bloggers like this: