Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Snaking in the grass, pruned vines warming their old bones. Chilly winter sun.


4 comments:

Dina said...

Oh so perfect!
Just yesterday I ventured into my jungle-yard in the chilly winter sun, pulled an old vine out of the grass and twisted it on the wire again, careful not to break its old bones.
Today I'll go back and read your poem to the vine.

magiceye said...

lovely haiku that!

martha said...

Looks like spring from my vantage. Warming haiku too - double benefit.

Beth P. said...

Loved this image and words, Nathalie...loved it!