The Painting
The charcoal painting of the tree
Beautifully displayed swaying free
Strong branches bold and bare
Stretching upward, downward, everywhere
Leaves pressed delicately light
Clinging to bark like flowers dancing, a stunning sight
A quiet wind blowing, a welcomed guest
Soft leaves cover like a silky sheer dress
Farther away the leaves swirl against the dark gray sky
Twirling disappearing before my eyes
Seeing the image of that tree
Swaying and swinging gracefully free
The charcoal painting of the tree
On display for all to see
ŠJanuary 26, 2012 Janet Irene Griffin
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