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
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
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