Trees

By samhennig

Fri, 25 Mar 2011
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Slight chill in the air
a low sun turns the trees into silhouettes.

my arms have developed goose pimples and the hairs stand leafless like the trees
rooted so solidly to an ending world
yet from here they could be the set for a play
fold away
an inferred reality

the sun hangs
and then it is gone

Certificate U
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by oldpesky on
This captures that feeling of dusk perfectly. I particularly liked - 'hairs stand leafless like trees' Maybe remove 'down' after 'fold' so there's not two downs in the one sentence. Great piece.

 

Submitted by samhennig on
Thanks, and yes i will remove that down, really appreciate the comment :)

Sam Hennig