Forest Evening

A Poem by Tina Kline

The sun is setting
casting long shadows across the forest
the rush of evening wind
swaying gently the tree limbs
old man's beard shifts
its pale green color luminous
in the waning sun's light

© 2011 Tina Kline

Author's Note

Old Man's Beard: a kind of dried green moss that hangs from tree limbs in thick strands.

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Black Cat Fever

A wild picture I've seen many times. Nice, very nice,

Posted 14 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Star Wolf

This is a beautiful poem about the wild world around us. I like this.

Posted 14 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wolf's Dark Song

This creates a very splendid and wonderful vision of nature!

Posted 14 Years Ago

2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This looks like a beautiful sight, vividly written, I could almost see it.

Posted 14 Years Ago

2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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Added on December 15, 2011
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