Thursday, September 11, 2014

Poetry Friday: Whitewashed Woods



In the whitewashed woods,
knotted eyes watch my soul flit
through speckled sunlight.
 
 
Lorie Ann Grover, 2014

3 comments:

Susan Taylor Brown said...

Lovely images. In the forests, no one but the trees will know your name.

Mary Lee said...

Love "knotted eyes."

GatheringBooks said...

The photograph enhances the poetry even more - brings the imagery to life. :)