“gossiping trees”

Written for:  The Twiglets #176 – “gossiping trees”

Keep away from me,
Elm. That Dutch
disease may arise again.

Would you just look
at that cherry, always

Japanese maple
burgundy feathers sway
looks like an umbrella

There once was a willow tree who wept
tears into a lake who could not accept
such morbid behavior
so acting as savior
said, why weep willow, do the twelve steps


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to “gossiping trees”

  1. Jules says:

    That was a fun direction –
    Maple, Maple while your able
    Put some syrup on my table 😉


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