languid droop of leaves
belies the time of year
glove-like
abandoned in the street
unfeasibly green
against the grey
waiting
like wing-fold of newborn moth
stillness
belies the rushing surge of sap
the coming stretch and flex
awaking
flight
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8 comments:
nice play on the words...
Beautiful. I stumbled across this place. i had no idea you played here too Sally. Beattiful pictures and imagery xxJ
awesome job!
Glad to see you shine on poetry.
Happy Sunday,
Happy Monday Ahead!
I liked this piece. And I think there was a tree like that in my Grandmother's yard? Thanks....even if not, you made me think of my Grandmother and the tree in her front yard.
Lettuce, I would like to follow your blog, but I don't see the follow thing?
I love "the coming flex and stretch." And just overall. . . no, not self-indulgent or whatever other self-deprecating things you say about your writing in your blog headline.
such a lovely tree. love the spring blooms as well
annell, sorry I've onbly just seen your comment (I don't often visit here!)
I'm still on old blogger here, I expect thats why. I think you should be able to put the URL in manually to add it to your list of blogs you follow though.
and thanks everyone for your comments!
I pass horse chestnut trees all the time on the way to and from work, I just love them.
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