Monday, July 30, 2018

A Good Tree (Day 558)

Leaves large and dark 
and glossy, attracting wasps 
and birds and other beautiful 
flying things. From my bed
I watched spring surge 
into its bare limbs, marveled 
at the graceful catkins draped,
like tassels, amidst a pale, 
lime mist as, day by day, 
the sun intensified. And, sooner 
than I would like, I will watch 
to see how it bedecks itself 
in honor of autumn. 
Later, perhaps snow will weigh 
heavily on branches blown 
clean by frost-nipped gales. 
Maybe I will see it glistening 
in a glowing sunset, 
each contour, every tiny twig, 
crystallized in a coating of ice, 
as if Nature wanted to preserve 
her favorite, in all its glistening 
emerald perfection, forever.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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