sunrise – I know poem is sunset, but same window & trees
Skyslice Outside 3rd Floor Window
New small leaves bounce in wind,
sinking sun liquid licks green in passing,
evening gold gilds trunk till branch bark glows,
bluegray pewter of sky leaking through
the wind water rustle of leaves
doing their land jive,
a grand hive of might in motion
as notion fades,
sun sets,
gild goes,
wind wilts,
is becomes was
and new be’s be
until tomorrow’s do again.
– Smith, 5.14.2014
different tree entirely