Wednesday, February 13, 2008

What we can see

When the trees let their leaves down,
they show themselves. Bare.
The cloak of summer green goes


and anyone can see the ruckus
of limbs grown akimbo
like a story poorly told
with lots of starting over.

You can spot the scrappy nests
left from other summers,
years of bad pruning.


And they let the leaves go

so that the wind can pass.

3 comments:

JustApril said...

Beautiful. Reminds me of life and people.

Jo said...

Photos are really striking with the blue backround, looks like you took them at dusk.

Joannie said...

J and J: I'm glad you enjoy them. I did take the photos at dusk, as I was walking home from the bus. Then I ran out of light.