This one was written for JD Mader's 2minutesgo writing exercise on his website Unemployed Imagination. Head over there every weekend to write, read, or comment, or all of them! This one is about a tree. Cheers :)
Tree
It boughs
over peacefulness,
water
caught without a drift.
No ripples
disturb the surface,
only sound
without movement.
Songs of birds
spill over boughs
curling in
a half-circle arch;
they cast
reflections in the scope,
sketches of
wings and feathers.
This tree stretches
due north.
It moves
like a dancer, poised,
almost
skeletal black against light,
its fingers
twisting the chill air.
Beyond, the
white clouds pirouette,
drawing lines
before dusk blows in.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 28, 2021
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