The Choice of Trees
by P.J.Reed
The silver birch ripples
As soft shadows race;
Leave dark footprints
Through its hidden soul.
Timid, trembling leaves,
Confetti sprinkled
On swaying brown tendrils
Flowing softly in the breeze.
The birch stands tall,
Straining over rooftops,
Silently watching
The people pass by.
From seed inception
Fated to become
A silent, living statuary.
Or had it the choice to be
A hidden, dark leaved
Forest tree
Or perhaps in some distant world,
Its greenery was never
Meant to be
But could a softly swaying
High street tree
Choose a different
Place to be?
Copyright ©: P.J.Reed
End of the poem
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- To the Victor by William Ellery Leonard
- Sonnet 31: Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts by William Shakespeare
- Epitaph On Mr. Chester Of Chicheley by William Cowper
- Владимир Маяковский – Нам бы только вот это воскресити… (РОСТА)
- So tired by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Аля Кудряшева – Осень в городе
- Olney Hymn 47: The Hidden Life by William Cowper
- The face wanted by Vinko Kalinić
- Mafeking poem – Alfred Austin
- Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding by T. S. Eliot
- Picking Cherries by Mike Yuan
- Юрий Галансков – Справедливости окровавленные уста
- Юлия Друнина – Бинты
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