MIDWINTER TREES

 

 

 

Up close the trees

stand starkly bright -

they catch the sun's

low grazing light.

 

Their distant serried ranks

transform

the ranging hills sharp line.

 

The sun crowned tracery

of twigs is fused

 

into a frond of flame.

 

 

 

 

Malcolm Evison

18 February 2007

 

INDEX.

ADAM.

EVE.

FELL FALL.

A WAY OF SEEING.

SQUIRREL IN THE RAIN.

CONSULTATION.

OLD COMRADES.

BEING.

GETHSEMANE.

A SPUN ILLUSION.

A QUESTION OF BALANCE.

A PISCINE PLOY.

MIDWINTER TREES.

IMPROMPTU (For Jack).

GOING HOME.

FLUTTER BY MOMENT.

A NOBLE SILENCE.

POETRY SHUFFLE.