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
No comments:
Post a Comment