Weather forecast:
one inch of snow.
The maple outside
my window, does not
watch the Weather Channel
and has put out hundreds
of rust coloured buds,
branches reaching
for today's sunlight.
one inch of snow.
The maple outside
my window, does not
watch the Weather Channel
and has put out hundreds
of rust coloured buds,
branches reaching
for today's sunlight.
4 comments:
Oh, Maple! Wait, wait. Don't you know its not safe to come out yet? The light may feel right but its tooooooo cold. Your poem echoes my cry so many springs when the greening things seem to want to come too early. Nice rhythm to this.
I stand and admonish the wretched thing, but it doesn't listen well. Thank you about the rhythm. That is something my ear is getting better at [and I have learned to read everything aloud].
Oh, I DO like this one. Great visual and thought.
Thank you. I am very close to my maple. After all it sits right next to me. Only glass separates us.
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