Saturday, June 09, 2012

Sharp

The tipsy trees are tilted left
it seems the wailing wind is deft
at bending things
I hunger for my axe's heft
and pray I never fall bereft
of how it rings.

3 comments:

Raining Iguanas said...

That's a great piece!

Donna Smith said...

Oh, love this play!

rch said...

Thanks, I was dreaming about my guitar 8-D