Evergreens
flutter
in a travelled breeze;
their green leaves
sway and pull.
Their branches whip
from side to side
Then calm to still,
until
The wind rises up
and roars again
a monster of its realm.
The trees are bent
at wooden waists
and stretch their branches
and roots.
The wind departs
to other trees;
the forest
is still
and quiet.
A whisper runs
through eucalypt
of rain clouds
from the sea.
Excitement zaps
like electricity
through the evergreens.
They stretch out twigs
and listen hard
waiting
for the sounds
of approaching winds.
And when they come,
the trees rejoice,
for they can now
dance again.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PoesíaWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
