What I wouldn't give for a barren tree.
and exposed, please.
**Warning: I make no claims at being a poet...just enjoy writing.
It's summer here, and I miss my tall, naked friends. With their fine jagged edges. So severe.
I hardly recognize them now. Happy. Fruitful. It's a facade. I'm not out of my winter. I'm still trying to hibernate. They've moved on without me. I'm slipping into the background.
Being a blog virgin, I wish I had a more uplifting note to start on.
I'm hoping this outlet will help my wallowing stink of a cloud dissipate.