Taking Place

In the treetops, a wild morning

is taking place

Wind tatters the aging summer leaves

branches sway

sun glistens on the cold

shoulders of the oaks.

Night is dispelled, thoroughly.

We in the clearing below

in the deep well of the still green

where the stones are cold to the touch,

we are already cloaked in another season,

waiting for the canopy to fall

for the dew to turn to frost,

our breath to cloud.


4 responses to “Taking Place

  1. Nice poem

  2. You always capture the instant so well, the feeling, the mood, the sparkling breath of the moment 🙂

    I love it and I love you 🙂

    Ya Haqq!

  3. One of the best poems I’ve read in a while. It has a kind of extended haiku-like tone, and those last four lines are killer.

    Great work.

  4. Loved this poem. The opening lines made me sit up:

    In the tree tops, a wild morning
    is taking place

    Absolutely wonderful images.

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