trees on sky
This time of year, the lost leaves allow a new observation of sky. The bare branches remind me of pen and ink on paper.
these leafless trees / brush against /a linen sky / ink strokes /on rice paper
(from ‘requesting the favor of a reply’ in the post ‘hidden in the hollow heart of an oak’ August 19, 2011, under shelter)
pale sunrise
~
perhaps this sparse oak
colored the pale sunrise
palette, faded autumn
~
even loaded, lean branches
lay only brief color
on canvas sky
~
brush more suited to calligraphy
a few abbreviated strokes
a terse ‘good morning’
~
© Jane Tims 2007
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Alluring colors in the sky, a perfect background for the stark bare trees and branches…
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Barbara Rodgers
October 31, 2011 at 5:12 pm
I’m so glad November, with its dismal days, has hints of color to look forward to. Jane
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jane tims
October 31, 2011 at 7:36 pm
Great poem Jane. Love the simplicity of it.
-Denis
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JD
October 30, 2011 at 11:11 am
Thanks. I always appreciate your comments. Jane
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jane tims
October 30, 2011 at 5:18 pm