Today's poem is inspired by the world outside our window and by a prompt, somewhere that I can not find to credit, to capture a sense of time, and another prompt to write about sadness.
at the ornamental cherry tree
an efflorescing spectacle
in early spring
a raccoon regularly
wrecks havoc
trying to steal eggs
from a nest high in it's branches
it’s a standoff until the raccoon gives up
lumbering its way down the trunk
seemingly unperturbed
by the indignant cacophony of crows
at the height of blossoming
the air is fragrant
with such sweet perfume
i weep
that I have no words to describe
that sacred offering
that I have no words to describe
that sacred offering
her girth’s expansive
thick arching branches lift upwards
begging for a treehouse
it's the ideal climbing tree
if only I were young
for nearly a century
our tree and it's kin have
annually adorned our street
in resplendent glory
camera clad tourists and
visitors outfitted in finery
congregate to capture
and bask in the spectacle
they don’t see it
visitors outfitted in finery
congregate to capture
and bask in the spectacle
they don’t see it
but our tree’s days are numbered
the man at city hall says
it's just climate change
the dry summers
weakening our tree's immune system
two of her sisters were cut down last year
two others have already been replaced
with star magnolias
the branches
of the remaining trees
increasingly barren
with each rotation of the seasons
melancholy, we locals wonder
which one will be next?
melancholy, we locals wonder
which one will be next?
but for now, from my recliner,
i gaze in wonder out the window
i gaze in wonder out the window
at the ornamental cherry tree
an efflorescing spectacle
What a huge loss the cutting of this tree would be for the story of so many lives! I hope it lives!
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Thank you for visiting here. I loved your poem on Remedios Varo.
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