
9"X12" Oil on gallery wrapped stretched canvas
Poetry Copyright Brianne Prince 2007
Deep along the forest edge
And high on a branch's cracking ledge
Lay the guardian of the falling leaves
Turning, spinning in mid air
They tangle in his matted hair
And form a halo of autumnal fire
Where dried out trees bend and tire
Forming his most confining cage
Where with the forest he's
Doomed to age