|Man Behind A Tree
Leaves stained colour of honeycomb.
Cold rain runs rivulets through bark.
Five-o-clock locked in dark monochrome.
This park, once more, becomes its own home.
Bird songs cease.
The days caprice released.
Man stood behind a tree who isn’t there,
merges with one who is.
18 Nov 17
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Some very original descriptiveness here : ) Honeycomb-colored leaves, my favorite. Beautifully announcing the dawn of winter.
Thanks for the comment lyricayntyme...Great Moniker by the way.
First stanza alone is good enough, infer man without stating man and it's good right. Think this is lazy Larry, I know you dont use redundundancies like colour - line 3 is very reminiscent of stubble and bordering on threatening - a lot here to commend ... some not to commend, etc
Thanks for the crit Betty. I'll take the bad bits on the chin as i grope towards a more impressionistic way of observing the world around me.
Larry binocs Lark
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