Branches reaching, making greeting
To the Keeper of the sky;
Web of twigs in lacy patterns,
Hungering for the Light up high;
Woody sentiment that lingers
While the storm clouds rush on by;
Chorus of those brushing fingers
Moans our own deep winter sighs.
first published in Time of Singing
also published in FLOOR OF THE SKY Chapbook
also published in Northern Stars Magazine
also published in AllPoetry.com
©2001 Bonnie Manion