willing the oak


I have willed the oak tree
to show its leaves again

grey-green
against the sky

so blue
in radiance
I half-close my eyes
unwillingly
I cannot watch the day

so still
except for morning birds
drifting in air
seeking places for song

parrots call
a belling from height
where
I have willed
an oak tree


© Frank Prem, 2017

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