23 February 2008




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After the snow, the disengagement's anatomy was drawn
In the shrouded sun's spackled pall light,
Mapping the air to tree veins
In ghost white.
The season's fleet carapace to a green heart
Was ours too in gray fellowship--
Brittle particular to tendril union,
Cold with faultless age.

7 comments:

Pacian said...

Beautifully intricate.

mark said...

thanks paci

backpakker said...

what a beautiful thought..true..the veins of the tree does cut through the air..
-lakshmi

ps said...

like the whole piece specially that "cold with faultless age" end line

mark said...

oh thanks, peg

Princess Haiku said...

Ah, you are talented.

mark said...

thanks, princess, for all your comments