A Winter’s Wood Portrait

The forest lanes
Like branches, mine
Like veins 
Tracing your lines
Behind my eyes.

A capillary-ous show
Of avenues, of multitudes.
Blood like water flows 
From the root.
Blown bare and leafless
In the winters loot,
My mind’s eye sees you. 

Published by Accalia Smith

I am a student in the UK studying English Literature at RHUL and an aspiring writer.

Please leave a comment....

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: