A poem written for the Penticton Writers on-line group’s biweekly word challenge. The word for this challenge was “tendrils.”
Elegantly drifting from perfectly upswept hair and
Nestling gently against soft skin.
Delicate green curlicues embracing garden arbor.
Rustling leaf skeletons dancing in late autumn breeze.
Icy fingers of fog creeping along ragged fence line.
Lonely wispy threads on well-worn woollen scarf.
Silky vines silently suck life from mighty tree trunk.
By Norma J. Hill
Date: May 2010