trees – Serendippity

Winter Blues

When
leaves depart,
that’s the start
of winter blues:

When
lonely trees
post vacancies
and all the sky
shows through.

First day of winter! Peace to your ♥!

Trees Speak

Trees speak
the language of leaves,
and in autumn
lose their voices
in the sound of the wind.

Their black winter outlines
sketch tall tales to tell
when their leaves
return in the spring
with the robins.

Peace to your ♥!

opening shots

There will be three:
   the forest of gentle menace,
   the atrium of white silence,
   the sea of blue chairs.
The viewer will notice first:
   the denuded spires of the trees,
   the billowing of the marble arches,
   the methodical stacking of the chairs.
And as the camera pans out:
   the pockmarked snow,
   the solitary white chair,
   the blue of the sea.

^{Poem title from chapter 11 of Poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.}

I based this poem on three photos selected from the @SpaceLiminalBot Twitter account. Peace to your ♥!