I'm taken with your visuals of the golden strands and yellowing needles. I am "from" Montana and the larch trees are pretty special to me. The images dancing in my head bring me back to the early spring where the needles are virgin and soft, later replaced by the golden needles that provide that bright contrast to our native spruce. Even though they transcend the season...it is a wisp in time.
I like how you elude to someone in the last stanza. It makes me begin to think that there may be a connection to someone in each of the stanzas! Good job!
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I'm taken with your visuals of the golden strands and yellowing needles. I am "from" Montana and the larch trees are pretty special to me. The images dancing in my head bring me back to the early spring where the needles are virgin and soft, later replaced by the golden needles that provide that bright contrast to our native spruce. Even though they transcend the season...it is a wisp in time.
I like how you elude to someone in the last stanza. It makes me begin to think that there may be a connection to someone in each of the stanzas! Good job!
I love the line about neither beginning nor ending. Lovely!
I say with the needles keeping time to their music--flowy and full of movement!
I mean I feel the swaying of the needles.....hee heee
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