Leaf And Twig
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
I can’t tell if they are reaching for each other or pushing away. But considering the weather, I’ll go with the first. They seem to be talking–the young ones excited about their new snow coats, the older ones . . . (As I look closer, they all seem young and a bit lively, at least the ones in front. But what would you expect from them in such an inviting setting)
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