Tuesday, April 27, 2010

horse chestnut





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



8 Comments:

Blogger Brian Miller said...

nice play on the words...

11:49 AM  
Blogger Jasmine said...

Beautiful. I stumbled across this place. i had no idea you played here too Sally. Beattiful pictures and imagery xxJ

7:27 PM  
Blogger Jingle said...

awesome job!
Glad to see you shine on poetry.
Happy Sunday,
Happy Monday Ahead!

2:57 AM  
Blogger annell said...

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.

2:05 PM  
Blogger annell said...

Lettuce, I would like to follow your blog, but I don't see the follow thing?

2:11 PM  
Blogger Meri said...

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.

5:13 PM  
Blogger Tom said...

such a lovely tree. love the spring blooms as well

8:04 PM  
Blogger lettuce said...

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.

10:52 AM  

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