talk to me, yellow tree,
tell me how you sing in gold
harmonies of light and float,
you lift and fall in autumn
pieces on the ground ~ whisper
your dance of shifting limbs
you tell time with your turn
teach me roots that grasp
frozen grip when all they hold is
gone
Talking to the Clouds 
Photograph a wow and poem is wonderful. One comment on form. If no caps, I’d leave out periods. Makes it more open ended since tree can still sing.
Thank you, and what you are saying makes sense. I am going to change it. I appreciate your comments.
beautiful
thank you very much
you’re welcome. You’ve a good eye for imagery and words.
Beautiful and haunting…such soft golden lines and images Sarah
Beautiful poem and corresponding poem.
The depth of roots.
beautiful colours and your poem is lovely 😉
Reblogged this on angryid.
It’s been such a cold winter. I needed to see this. Something that icites thoughts of warmth.