You're thinking of trees, right? I'm seeing felled camellias -- blooms on branches disembodied. Past prime. What is a felled poem? Perhaps a fragment? Sappho ascending and descending.
And of food? What wind and rainstorms do to fruit. Also birds. Also people. You and me.
Showing posts with label felled fruit and felled poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label felled fruit and felled poem. Show all posts
Friday, May 30, 2014
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)