Weaving Winter’s Map
I lost the trail, where
morning wind and thistles braided blond
grass into prayer bracelets—
scattering seeds, summoning rain.
Karen K. Lewis
Weaving Winter’s Map
I lost the trail, where
morning wind and thistles braided blond
grass into prayer bracelets—
scattering seeds, summoning rain.
Karen K. Lewis
Riveting imagery. Nature speaks!
Karen, I enjoy the read and like your poem very much.
Chen-ou