Bare tree branches
Intricately intertwined
Giving the illusion of black Spanish lace
Reaching out
Across an angry sky
The fiery glow of sunset
Darkened by purple clouds
Accentuating the effect
Seductively drawing me in
Capturing me
In a mysterious web of imagination
Filling me
With awe
Ann Christine Tabaka is better known by her middle name, Chris. She has been writing poems and rhymes since she was fourteen. She was an artist, a chemist, and a personal trainer. Her poems are in the Contemporary Group’s anthology “Dandelion in a Vase of Roses,” and the poetry journals “Whispers,” “The Society of Classical Poets,” “Indiana Voice Journal,” “Halcyon Days Magazine,” and “Scarlet Leaf Review.”
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Christine, this is awfully lovely! I have no trouble envisioning your words. Bare branches against an evening sky is like a drug to me – have to photograph it. – love the photo that seems to go quite well with it 🙂
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