Trees

 

breathe in

still

lungs of leaves

silvered

with sun

soft fall

of green

mosses massed and

still

breathe in

crescent of yellow

flowers

sit elegant

still

sudden gust

flap-panic

wild, wild, wild

thrashing, headbanging

supraaural tunes

dinosaur dancefloor

wind, wind, wind

breathe in

still

 

Photo: Claire Doble

9 comments

  1. “lungs of leaves” ❤

    I was just reading a thing about how trees and other plants react to their environment and sort of communicate with each other about dangerous things. Your poem brought this idea to live in a beautiful way.

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