summer quickenings


Leisurely walking down    Now greening avenues, looked up   And saw burgeoning trees slowly   Coming into own quite gracefully

Having weathered nature’s harsh  Whims, twists, turns, usual returns  Without keeling over, ever graceful Even when mercilessly stripped bare

Peeling piebald patchy barks covering Upright trunks getting gently jettisoned Replaced by shiny new coats slowly Unfolding, layering

Branches shivering excitedly With myriad greens sprouting  Thrusting nosily through fecund  Spread eagled limbs’ pores

Winter’s toothless tiger sun Regaining strength and vigor  Playing chiaroscuro games With rejuvenating trees

Feels like   All’s well   With the world   Finally ~



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