The Patient Trees

it is addressed thusly:
An ode
it reads:
The leaning trees, whose budding leaves
Suggest a lazy crowd that believes
Slouching left and right in rainy light
Which comes and goes with every slight
Where overlaps, do the evergreens perhaps
Upon one another with sighs collapse
That the rain may go, or will it snow --
Only these patient trees will know.

1 comment:

  1. That's good, and very visual. I love that internal rhyme. It's almost like a backbeat.


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