Gold coins strewn here, there
piles gleaming—birch and redbud
fling them, showing off
*
Crabapple shakes out
brown tresses; these red jewels
will do, firm-fastened
*
Spruce in winter green
stands cool by the fence, unswayed
by north-wind rumors
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Autumn finery 🙂
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Not quite as brilliant today in the rain, but still right for the season. 🙂
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I love the personification here – or perhaps it is the true depiction of tree spirits’ characters 🙂 With Luca at his first dance, this is all very topical.
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Oh, and my youngest is going to a dance this Saturday. Must have been burbling around in the back of my mind. 🙂
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Beautiful weight to these lines, especially this: “unswayed
by north-wind rumors” ***
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Thank you. That line moved around, but I couldn’t let it go. 😉
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Very nice. I love the different ways of approaching the subject without forcing them to connect. It opens up that disconnected feeling of the season.
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I love the different personalities of the trees. 🙂
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