Open road Poetree
“I don’t think I will ever see/ A poem as lovely as a tree,” said Joyce Kilmer, way back in 1913. This quote steers through my head as, on the open winter road, arboreal forms rise up, dark and stark against the burnished* sky, trees like black ideograms, like speaking silhouettes of strength and solitude.
*Okay, so I admit I jiggled with the sky colour in Photoshop. This was the original…
Open Road Poetree
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