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
15 random poems
- Family by Stacey Chillemi
- Яков Полонский – Поэт и гражданин, он призван был учить
- Nell Barnes by William Henry Davies
- Владимир Маяковский – Военно-морская любовь
- Ribblesdale poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- The Cosmic Eggs
- Николай Языков – Элегии (Свободен я: уже не трачу)
- Chorus of Youths and Virgins poem – Alexander Pope
- The Female of the Species by Rudyard Kipling
- Ольга Берггольц – Знаю, чем меня пленила
- Green Grow The Rashes by Robert Burns
- Robert Burns: Extempore In The Court Of Session:
- Listening to the moon by Yosa Buson
- Robert Burns: Epigram On A Country Laird,: not quite so wise as Solomon.
- A Welcome by William Browne
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