roots could be fingers
grasping the eroding bank–
me, I think she bows
and pauses to smile
in the slow mirrored water,
her branches preening
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
Sweet. A willow perhaps? Sounds like one. lovely picture susan
Thanks, Rhonda–actually a spruce that is about 50+ feet tall, leaning over the water. An evergreen that wants to be a willow 🙂
awww, sweet.
🙂 I will take a pic next time–sweet as long as you are ***just*** out of the way the day it decided to finally fall in.
oh yeah…northern creeks all have tombstones of petrified wood in them. it’s part of the process. wouldn’t look right without one or two.
That’s so true–love those tombstones, and what the kids call “turtle rocks.”
yeah…turtle rocks! 🙂
A very vivid snapshot!
Thank you 🙂