When I stretch my fingers
the circles of skin at my knuckles bunch;
knots in tree trunks which,
cracked and leafless,
tell me it’s winter.
Looking at yours
now too
aren’t you?
When I stretch my fingers
the circles of skin at my knuckles bunch;
knots in tree trunks which,
cracked and leafless,
tell me it’s winter.
Looking at yours
now too
aren’t you?
Sigh…. I totally stretched my hand and looked at my knuckles….
How cool!!! Such an apt likening and yes, I was looking at mine!! I love how you reach through the screen to your reader…very effective and enjoyable! 🙂