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
clairevetica 
The majestic movers when the wind blows and the oxygenators of the ozone. Trees are wonderful!!
Aren’t they! Thanks 🙂
Very welcome🌹
“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.
Yes, they must talk amongst themselves! Such a delightful concept
This is a great opening,
“breathe in
still
lungs of leaves
silvered
with sun
Thanks Ali
I love that: “lungs of leaves”. Nice work!
wellpenned!
🖋️👍