Saturday, March 8, 2008

Woman on My Wall

There's a woman on my wall
I see her when the moon drifts through the trees to my window
Her face wrinkles when the wind blows
And she changes as often as the seasons
But she's always watching over me
At night
When I need her the most

1 comment:

bev said...

this one made me smile. I could see the shadow-branches formed into the likeness of an old woman.