TREES #10

Smoke waltzing on the dance floor of a blue February dusk, the trees forced naked by winter's grasp as a wander of songbirds Chortle their way through the brush:

- avert my wanting gaze -

Touch destined to trouble no more tremble on those icy sheets

- emerald green - 

Feet unsteady mind unstable life unseated by loss

- alone - 

pinholes 4.jpg

Image created using a 6-hole pinhole camera.