14"X5" Watercolor on Twinrocker Paper 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
1 comment:
I love, love , love this. Faeries are my favorite. Great job by both of you.
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