I am troubled
by the rattling
of the liquidambar
outside my window
at work
it is a glorious
spreading
strongly muscled creature
that plays host
to wattle birds
kookaburras
and parrots
silver-eyes and pardalotes
but the leaves . . .
the leaves have been
an autumn magnificence
through all the years
I have know the tree
rich reds
and yellows
and shades of orange
piles of them on the ground
to shush-shush-shush
if someone should walk
through them
.
.
.
it looks
to be in trouble
we are in
mid-summer
the colour of choice
is green
but all the leaves
are curled
or shrivelled
or have fallen
the tree
has lost its season
of glory
fallen premature
into winter
and I am afraid
for it
I wish to turn away
to
not look upon it
anymore
not feel
grief
rising in my throat
but . . .
it is there
and I think
and I feel
each time my glance
passes through
to the other side
of the glass
the tree
is dying
~
The word pictures are so strong I can smell the earth; in fact, smell nature. Take care of yourself, Frank
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Thank you, Claire. You take good care, as well, please.
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I was moved by your poem. I’ve had this troubling grief too many times now.
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Too much and too often, Liz.
Thank you,
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Yes. You’re welcome, Frank.
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Those last few lines, wow. To the other side of the glass…
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Thank you, Peregrine. It’s very sad to see a seemingly healthy thing turning up its toes.
It feels like we’re a little closer to the other side of the glass, just lately.
Stay well.
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Agreed. Poetry I think expresses this best. Take care.
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So evocative, Frank
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Thank you, Derrick. It’s a quite confronting sight. Sad,
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Very touching picture of your long-standing friend, Frank.
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Hi Ellen.
Thank you. Yes, I think I’m seeing the end of the poor old tree, but stranger things have happened. It’s a harbinger of blighted change, and perhaps appropriate in these times.
Ah well!
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Yes, don’t count the tree out just yet. In the mean-time hopefully you can continue to enjoy the tree’s journey.
Blighted change, plenty of that to go around. On the plus side, our presidential changeover is today, and surely that means we’ve turned the corner on at least a few things.
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A sigh of relief expelled all round the globe.
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