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Blackbird Tree
by William SimpsonLeafless wonders, barren limbs;
quiet cool, and changing sky;
Winter cedes while Spring is springing;
coolest cools in clouds slip by:
Alders at the marsh's edge;
oaks and maples line the lane;
Songbirds sing to others, singing;
welcoming the Spring again;
Where leaves will flutter on the breeze;
just frameworks bare, in front of me;
save one, all filled with raven fowl;
not birch or elm;
A Blackbird tree! 12/06/2006 Author's Note: original pen Spring 2002
Posted on 12/06/2006
Copyright © 2024 William Simpson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/17/06 at 05:31 AM I really like stanza 2, and how the beginning barren limbs paint the winter scene. The blackbird tree is a clever surprise and so very real in the landscape. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/09/08 at 11:16 AM this tender ode reminds me how powerless humanity is contra nature and its ceaseless capacities to make us wonder beyond the constraints of self interest. |
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