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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- In The Train by Sara Teasdale
- The useless counsellor by Ross D Tyler
- An Essay on Man: Epistle II poem – Alexander Pope
- Владимир Набоков – Ты многого, слишком ты многого хочешь
- Sonnet. On Peace poem – John Keats poems
- Mammary Tunes by Mark R Slaughter
- Жан де Лафонтен – Осел и Собака
- Виталий Тунников – Бумеранг
- I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night, by Stephen Crane
- A dream is a butterfly poem – Amy Michelle Mosier poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonnet 11
- Song—Auld Rob Morris by Robert Burns
- Presentiment poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Alicante Lullaby by Sylvia Plath
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