The Fire Tips of Trees

Send us Fan MailFire-tips of treesBelow the moon, across the fire tips of sunset l saw the flames of evening trees, beyond the colors of spring, were blue, coppers and golds, they merged and rippled, beneath the gilded danceof bees, for they weaved the last glow of sunlight, in a myriad of clouds and the busy hum of their thousand voices, I stood and watched them, hearing wonders and turned back upon my imagined choices, for there was just one to take, the forest path, or the one that lay by the beckoning sea,  I took neither and followed the sound of creation and left myself to find the wings of me.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]