Poetry Here (Mostly)

Hangings


Warp of rosy ribbons
weft of thorny dread
soft and roughly twined
erratic tapestries
I weave within my mind

At the window I view
looms of crowning limbs
and undulating leaves
where wefting windy ropes
cross warps of silken breeze

Weather at last eases
bindings cut and gone
standing free garden tree
once again embroiders
tranquil greenery

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