Corkscrew angels are surfing the mind
Box Elder, Maple, Elm, Cotton Wood,
miniature thoughts; mighty forests aligned.
Corkscrew angels are surfing the mind,
gliding intent, as if they were blind.
Budding with promise, imminent good,
corkscrew angels are surfing the mind,
Box Elder, Maple, Elm, Cotton Wood.


Comments: 38
I must know more about you. I must, I must, I must. To understand how you were made and built to write like this............
New dawn
Atticus. This is complexingly wonderful and clear.
(It read much better if I think of seeds, though!)
I am organizing a tree poetry contest. If you'd like more details, let me know and I'll email you once the contest starts.
Stacy Smith
srsmith25atyahoodotcom
(Replace "at" and "dot" with their symbols.)
I miss treeSSSSS! Thanks for the reminder. (And, dang, I know how triolet works, but this has none of the "notice the form" attached to it. So, cool - making me want to "ditto" Kathryn twice.)
Blessings and best wishes - S.