Natural Texture


(we don't have a variety of textures in the north country this time of year.  Unless you count the different kinds of snow and ice.  So, I've pulled in a picture from last spring to submit for Molly's February prompt.)

 

Come closer, a little more, that's right.

I want you to put your palm on the tree

feel how the bark is stiff and

full of ridges and bumps.

It is hard - yet alive with sap.


Next, feel the leaves, silky smooth

they are fresh, tender yet firm 

your finger tips can slip along them. 

all the way to the tip.


The new grasses have sprung up fast

they're already waist high

lightly brush your hands through them 

and feel them sway with your rhythm

 

later we'll walk down to the river

and feel the rush of water pushing,

and flowing through us.   Come.

Take my hand. 

 

 






 

Comments

Molly said…
Great shot. Love that the branch and your cock are at the same angle

Molly
Life of Elliott said…
Nice poem, nice photo. Now, how about one in the snow and ice?
Anonymous said…
Lovely! I agree with Molly, great composition! - Mariasibylla

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