Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Memories of the Sequoia

Bright green and sun
Encountering a clearing
An un-passable marsh
Remember the fallen giant?
A natural bridge.
Wide and straight.
Reaching the other side,
The pulled up roots,
Like Medusa's hair.
Bright green and sun.
Oh, the sun.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I've missed your poetic justice.