Wrinkles in the tree’s bark
will forever honor the missing branch.
Smile lines of its former reach.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Wrinkles in the tree’s bark
will forever honor the missing branch.
Smile lines of its former reach.
The best remarks I’ve ever read about wrinkles. It’s true that the natural, etched lines around our eyes or mouth show the days in life that have been ours to enjoy or despair as we choose to call the circumstances.