(Lucid bent the cover tree,)

This is one of my few sketch poems. A sketch is a literary form wherein the author sets out simply to describe a scene, generally in prose. I think of this form as a cross between poetry and photography, the other art form I'm most heavily involved in. If I ever find the cover tree, I will certainly take a picture and post it here.

Lucid bent the cover tree,
only scattered fragments falling from
sun to field's floor,
quiet, ringing warm against
blanket comforted roots and grass,
and curled figures, soft in sleep below.
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