On the TRAIL, ALONE, I look up to the the shape of the branches. Above me like a GABLE on a roof end, the shape of a MAPLE tree carries my gaze ever upward.

Georg’ann

POEMS have that way, they TEMPT one to overwrite; IMPEL vivid language and deep sentiment that when done exquisitely allows the reader to AMBLE, having AMPLE space between words for thoughts to gently fall like leaves from that large MAPLE out back.

Heather