These poplars stand straight and tall
slim branches bare in early winter
seeds whirly-birding as they fall
confetti for all who choose to enter.
Gray trunks a match to cloudy sky
as their limbs applaud the wind
and maybe me as I pass by
on my way to journey's end.
I've come here often in the spring
as newly minted green leaves sprout
and this copse's love birds sing
while mating squirrels run about.
In summer time the shade is deep
a respite from the glare and heat
where deer often come to sleep
and turkeys scratch duff with their feet.
They're first to don gold leaf in fall
it seems like almost over night
as if dressing for a harvest ball.
When here the world seems somehow right.
Comments
Scribbler
I had to think really hard about duff...before remembering that my uncle used to use that word a lot, back in the highlands, heehee.
Title is Okay, but rather vague.
What can I say about your language use? lol. Impeccable, as always.
The rhythym of this is just marvelous. At first I thought the last line didn't fit, but as usual, when I spoke your poem, that line simply flowed right out with the rest, naturally and beautifully.
The theme....lol...I SAW this scene last summer, along the Tippecanoe river in Northern Indiana, and hunkered down to enjoy it for as long as possible. Deer, Turkeys, green, gray, shade and all. It's always a treat, to find a vivid memory in someone else's poem!
The beginning sets everything up very nicely, and the ending takes it through to where it should be, at the end of the cycle.
I think this is my most favorite of your poems, so far.
Most excellent.
poplars
I intend to revisit this theme with different trees and locations over time. So glad you liked this...........scribbler
poplars
The ease may be in the reading not the writing lol. As to titles , you know my reluctance to change a title but thanks for the suggestion........stan
Oh, my, Scribbler being
Oh, my, Scribbler being *vague*... oh, the humanity!
I love the feel and tone of your poem, and I dance.
how graceful you are
bare tree, swaying silver grey
against winter sky
~
poplars
I also thought title was anything but vague, but I am no judge of my own work lol. I am pleased that you liked this........scribbler
u said poplars
i thought you were
and meant
popular
which u seemingly
so appear so
POPULAR
poplars
I hope my ego not so large as to write a poem about my perceived popularity lmao......scribbler
Humility thy name is
S C R I B B E R RRRRRR L E R
Some thoughts
A sad poem. Why are trees are perhaps applauding you as well as the wind on your way to your journey's end? This i could not find, and this is what is imperative for us to know. You have a relationship with the poplars, who seem detached from all the gifts they give the birds and animals.
They have given you a gift in making the world seem right...I can understand why they applaud the wind, the sun, or the glory of fall.
I was thrown off by copse which my dyslexia kept reading corpse, as I never saw that word. After checking it does work (a thicket of small trees). but I might not be the only person who reads it wrong that way...something to consider.
I love the poplars. first thing that comes to mind is of course Monet. So I read the poem with that painting image in my mind.
Hello!
I kinda used a reversal of cause and effect with the wind making the limbs actually move although I stated the limbs were perhaps fanning the air. And i also love poplars. Among the first to change color in the fall(along with wild cherry) and those seed pods which have on rare occasions showered around me when I happened to be at the right place and time............stan