Morning Trees II

The morning,
thick with steam,
builds stillness
into bent limbs,
willing them
to stick around
for another few hours,
at least.

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children. View all posts by Aidan Badinger