Saturday, April 02, 2011

NaPo 4/3


Even after the storm
has stripped the beech's leaves
and littered the ground with twigs,
the poison ivy vine still
cleaves to the trunk
like a guilty conscience.


Blogger Marianne said...

WOW! What a perfect gem of a poem! I remember learning this little ditty: "Leaves of three, let it be."

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