#1066619 added March 20, 2024 at 2:48pm Restrictions: None
March 20, 2024
Six Mile Cypress Slough
Come autumn bald cypress trees
drop their leaves in the swamp
decompose, split their flesh
in the murky, opaque water.
Everything is cypress knees and long shadows.
Then, in December, an errant shaft of sunlight
dances across the darkness
and all sparkles into color
of pearl, rose, clay, vermillion.
Everything is rainbow.
A tale of winter
becomes a tale of hope.
12 lines
Prompt: Hope
Pholarchos Tarot--12--Hanged One--Allow control to flood away
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.23 seconds at 8:35am on May 28, 2024 via server web2.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
