Spirits of Trees
This is another of the poems from the writing game – obviously these are raw poems so feed back would be lovely.
Leaping greenly spirits of trees
Jumping high for the joy of air
Who kisses their cheeks
Smooth in waxy cuticle
Into the trees they pounce
Making nests for birds
Dropping boughs on the hunter
Who enters their domain
Posted: Sunday, February 7th, 2010 @ 5:33 pm
Categories: WoPoWriMo.
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