Friday, April 18, 2008

The hibiscus tree

Its size, small.
Its bole, straight and slender:
The hibiscus tree at the edge
Of my morning call for poetic inspiration
In the little square,
Tolls its blood-red bells
To stir the silence in my green vision.

The White Gloves

You can find the book at  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/524218 The story is taking place in a magic forest. Little Red Ridi...