Mel Vil in Musings 3 June 2014 20 Words Across pine needles and twigs, Brown wel Across pine needles and twigs, Brown welcoming the pink soles, Of our bare feet, skin, bipeds, Soft and spongy, damp. Please share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...