Tiny Tender Tendrils
December 30, 2019
Tiny, tender tendrils of trees reached tenuously to the sky in askance for love and light on a raw fall day. The wind blew fiercely shaking the tiny tender tendrils of trees all about me, as I walked along the river. There were layers upon layer of colors and textures laying beyond the naked trees like soldiers standing steadfastly along the river. I saluted the shivering tendrils shaking in the brute wind and I walked on, seeking the sun, where the tiny, tender tendrils of trees did not stand saluting the cadmium sky.
