This entry is part 21 of 29 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Winter 2012-13


A cloud has settled in
and delegated to the trees
its responsibility to rain.

In turn, the trees peel off
their papery layers
and have agreed to risk
some tenderness: beauty for
ashes, joy for mourning
, the idea
one could still be something else.


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

Series Navigation← Dream MetonymyResistance →

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.