How I See Trees
The incoherent sway
leaves leave as wind
winds around
gnarled tendrils
of stories taught
wooden veins of vines whine
torrid trepidations of trembling fingers
to brush the sky face
and bark seems to smile
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2021
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