Forgive my appearance, my Lady.
Last night before you turned out the light
we had the nicest chat.
The Mourning Doves
whispering secretly to one another as they do.
Something about an ice storm,
and how unkind the Robins were to leave me all alone.
When you can’t sleep, I know
my moonlit rustling leaves remind you of the sea.
But forgive my posture, my Lady.
I am heavy today,
There was no singing upon my branches this morning,
and it is not easy to lift my head.
Perhaps I’ll just reach my arms down to the Earth,
and lay myself down and rest awhile.
If I don’t wake up,
in the Spring will you tell the Cardinals not to feel bad if they don’t built a nest in my fallen self?
I will understand.
And I will remember their little ones from last year.
When I was not so old,
and still able to stand upright
and tap on your window to wake you in the morning.
February 5, 2014 at 8:32 pm
February 5, 2014 at 9:16 pm
That’s very sweet of you Eve A! I do try. And thank you Sean Heffernan.
February 5, 2014 at 9:20 pm
“It is not that I bow, my lady
but I do bow if it suits you.”
February 5, 2014 at 9:54 pm
Ah T. Pascal such a gentleman. If you are tired…then rest. There is always tomorrow…
February 5, 2014 at 10:01 pm
Beauty x 2, for the eyes – words and form. Thanks for sharing.
February 6, 2014 at 12:15 am
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February 6, 2014 at 11:44 am
Morning Anita Law. All is still frozen and crystalline. Everything crunches and tinkles, like flatware on china.
February 6, 2014 at 4:15 pm
😉 jyothi sriram!
February 6, 2014 at 4:57 pm
Beautiful mapping of a beautiful image and and beautiful words.
February 6, 2014 at 5:20 pm
after several readings I see now
its the story of the tree.
and yet somehow the words themselves
keep calling back to me.
February 6, 2014 at 7:02 pm
jyothi sriram Gideon Rosenblatt and Kevin Walsh thank you so much. My gentleman friend has added a layer of snow fur to his outfit today…
February 6, 2014 at 7:04 pm
and in the spring he will add blossoms and leaves
where once ice and snow clung to his skinny limbs……..:)