My limber neighbor
my Ansel Adams tree
turned its leaves
and shushed at me
bucking clouds
pugnaciously
all a-whoosh
and restlessly
churning, bobbing
fricatively
I stood as tree whisperer
wannabe.
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October 28, 2018 at 8:23 pm
The trees here took quite a shaking this weekend from the wind, and the ground is covered in leaves. I like leaves on the trees – not on the ground. 🙂
October 28, 2018 at 8:28 pm
Hear, hear! We were meant to look up, not down, to admire leaves! We are getting our shake-down today — that wind is really whipping around. Of course, my raking will be nothing compared to yours! Get out the liniment!
October 30, 2018 at 11:26 pm
Glad to see you back on form!
October 30, 2018 at 11:53 pm
Thank you! I am beginning to come out of that desert, I think.