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
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