Withering

Withering


Witch-willows fade in Winter's bonds, when
wisdom warns the roots to store last Summer's
windfall deep down in the pond, where sing the
windpipes whittled from the hollow reeds the
widow cut from cattails with her hands, her
wicker quickly whisked from slender whips, wild
whimsy fashioned from their wilted wands.

KÃ¥re Enga

catalogue number: [162.572]
25 november 2005


Note: This pleiades won First Prize in prompt portion of

Monthly Poetry Form and Prompt Contest  (18+) Two contests in one!!! A new form of poetry every month. Round 9: The Pleiades #940800 by Bekah Aura