- Non-Erotic Poetry
- arborculture
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Click heremovies piled high
jazz stuff,
and me with all my comedies.
We get hybrid, we listen and laugh, as the willow out back busts green in the morning's pale light.
tank full of gas-
just made it on fumes.
lead foot lucked out-
interstate runnin again.
oh not to mention the alders, the beech, the poplars growing in columns, both crows and chickadees hide up there.
the white birch and the black oak.
mingle on the fenceline-
standing guard where the apples grow
- COMMENTS
duddle146about 17 years agoA beautiful rendering of Spring with all the appropriate images that make it so special.
LeBrozover 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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LeBrozover 17 years agoEnjoy those images of trees green all over
But that second stanza seems jarringly out of place.
Anonymousabout 20 years agoThe clutter and clash as lives collide serenely surrounded by Spring-loaded trees tells of life - and the year - moving on. Joyous.
