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
- Владимир Степанов – Галочка-считалочка
- Stray Colors by Satish Verma
- Sabbaths 2001 by Wendell Berry
- Hai Kou Unpublished
- French kiss to knickers poem – Andrew Vassell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Как Муромец Илья когда-то
- Masonic Song—Ye Sons of Old Killie by Robert Burns
- Angels By The Door by William Barnes
- William Ellery Leonard – William Ellery Leonard
- The Wolf039s Postcript To 039little Red Riding Hood039
- Владимир Маяковский – Детский театр из собственной квартирки
- Юлия Друнина – Хорошо молодое лицо
- Benediction by Rabindranath Tagore
- Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle IV, To Richard Boyle, poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- My Boy Jack by Rudyard Kipling
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
