The Shape of Things Winter reveals structure. —Madeleine L’Engle Stripped in autumn, willows’ arc the profile of their weeping Gravity at play X-rays expose underlying armature how we’ve been shattered or not Each reflects life’s battering yet cannot reveal the ways we keep finding joy
Lovely last stanza! Nicely done!
Thank you, Jan!
Quietly lovely.
Thank you, Stephen.
What a delight-each word spare and concise and the wonderful surprise of the ending! I admire your handiwork, my friend.