Vines hung down
from Ash trees
and blackberry stains
on fingers and face,
low on thorny branches.
then barked again.
and night came
I’m loving the sensory images here. Definitely enlivening the mind’s eye.
puts me in the mood of ‘to kill a mockingbird’
Thanks for taking us along to this time and place.
I feeling pulled back into a childhood now long-vanished, but still being experienced by the poet.
The beginning of this makes for pause. The development is focused and the ending is strong, strengthening the obvious which is night, indeed.
Thank you. The poem went through a few forms and landed here.