|Maple Pine Oak Birch|
No idea what I was going to write before I sat down at 1 pm. I did not want to miss Poetry Friday. So this is what came out as I sat looking at these trees out here in my back yard. Acrostics...? Ok. Acrostics it is...or acrostics they are.
Bellowing autumn winds
Intensify yellow flames before the
Candles stand extinguished
High on a hill
Cold winter as a
Kindly mother hen's wing.
The only tree I don't see is the willow...but I'm thinking of the willow at a nearby park.
And now to go to read more poetry by visiting our gracious host for Poetry Friday this week:
Irene Latham at Live Your Poem.