Weekly Challenges
Trees
Deadline
Write about a world in which trees could talk and/or move on their own. How would trees be treated if they could speak for themselves? What would they say to each other – and to us? [Photo by Geri Kayingo, YWP]
Weekly Challenges
Deadline
Write about a world in which trees could talk and/or move on their own. How would trees be treated if they could speak for themselves? What would they say to each other – and to us? [Photo by Geri Kayingo, YWP]
Destined To Be Cut
It’s that time of year again
My leaves have fallen off
And I’m ready for the new leaves
To arrive in spring
trees,
great beasts of old.
ancient not just in age, but in nature,
standing tall, watching all
wise things, trees, knowing all they see
no words do they speak,
with no eyes they see,
There goes Mr. Wilson birdwatching right on time, 9:34 AM. Magnolia waves their branches at him, but of course he doesn’t wave back. That’s how humans are, after all. I wish I didn’t have so many squirrels running about.
My oldest friend,
so old and almost forgotten, golden memories like her gleaming leaves disconnecting, dying, decaying in the brown of the brush below.