An autumn poem before I get totally into fiction writing.
LITTLE TREE
The little maple tree
young and maybe not yet
used to how things are
stood red as fire
dressed to call attention
to her beauty.
Her fate was to stand
alone in a small clearing
in the forest
on the mountainside.
She trembled delicately
in the cool dawn breeze
still in the shadow
of older and taller trees.
When the sun climbed
the clean cloudless sky
warm golden fingers
touched the tree top,
moved downward
caressing.
The leaves began to fall
as they were touched.
They rained directly down
mounding at its feet
like a robe dropped
seductively.
When the day's light
bathed the entire tree
she stood naked
as a concubine
prepared
for the Emperor's
pleasure.
2 comments:
OOOO, I like this. It's sensuous. "...clean, cloudless sky" really struck me, as did the "robe dropped seductively," "naked as a concubine." - This is great. It seems the tree starts out innocent, naíve - and when the sun seduces it, warms it, she turns all seductive. Really good!
Hi June
The photo you are using is from my blog post of October 19, 2009, "This time of year".
I don't mind you using it, but I do mind that you don't acknowledge where you got it from. That tree had a special place in my life so I recognized it immediately.
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