Wednesday, December 9, 2009

A Blaze of Trees

Several years ago, I read a poem with one memorable image -- fall trees blazing like matchsticks, flaming upwards rather than down.

I have no idea where I read the poem or who wrote it or what its title is. I have only this bit of memory.

But the image lives: I see flaming trees in fall and winter and feel the poem in my bones. How could I not when, making tea, I glimpse a poem blazing beyond the kitchen window?

1 comment:

Margaret said...

Robley, although I don't always respond, I am so grateful for the beauty that you share with us. These are the kind of posts that instantly brighten my day. Thank you for bringing us into your beautiful world.