The birch tree triples,
throwing olive patches on the water.
Perhaps this shows my mistrust of the world;
or my love of its many guises.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
The birch tree triples,
throwing olive patches on the water.
Perhaps this shows my mistrust of the world;
or my love of its many guises.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.