Sunday Scribblings: Change



autumn homecoming

wind music sciff, sciff, scatter

crimson dress ribbons

blown this way and that

vulnerable soul


nakedness exposed

tumultuous weather

invincible soul

“Change” is the name of the game at Sunday Scribblings.  Change is what I have observed of this tree in the last two weeks.  Late in posting this, poem has been in my head all week.

Yat-Yee is hosting Poetry Friday this week.

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4 Responses to Sunday Scribblings: Change

  1. Marcelle says:

    I really like the photos … our trees are still changing- no naked branches yet.

  2. Mary Lee says:

    We humans get so crabby about the littlest changes, and yet look what a tree patiently, gloriously goes through every year! A lesson here, perhaps?

  3. Laura says:

    I love seeing the photos of the same tree side by side. Did you see the Nova show on fractals? Seeing a tree’s skeleton reminds me that their branches follow a mathematical pattern. Cool!

  4. jama says:

    Lovely poem! Our trees are in the midst of baring their souls. It’s sad, but reveals a different kind of beauty.

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