My good friend, Alice Reichert just started her blog, Wingsonravens. This is one of my favorite poems of hers that I have read so far. Check out her work and let her know what you think!
Grown of bark, blacker than night,
Ruptured from the cool, green grass,
Sits, in waiting, in my back yard.
The black bark is twisted,
Like withered, arthritic hands.
The darkness compels, bewitches,
Pulls me in.
The leaves are alive with color,
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