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| Maple Pine Oak Birch |
No idea what I was going to write before I sat down at 1 pm. I did not want to miss Poetry Friday. So this is what came out as I sat looking at these trees out here in my back yard. Acrostics...? Ok. Acrostics it is...or acrostics they are.
Mild mannered
And
Politely
Leaving leaves
Everywhere
Bellowing autumn winds
Intensify yellow flames before the
Remaining white
Candles stand extinguished
High on a hill
Perpetually
Immersed in
Needles
Ever green
Weeping
In
Languid
Loneliness
Over
Water
Hardy boughs
Envelope
Many a
Little creature
Over the
Cold winter as a
Kindly mother hen's wing.
The only tree I don't see is the willow...but I'm thinking of the willow at a nearby park.
And now to go to read more poetry by visiting our gracious host for Poetry Friday this week:
Irene Latham at Live Your Poem.
I had to leaf a comment and tell you that was tree-mendous! I really like how you branched out into something different and got right to the root of your subject.
ReplyDeleteOK. I 'ought-um' stop this before you bark at me.
(..and truthfully and honestly?? Very lovely imagery, and clever use of the acrostic format!)
Thanks! I am at a loss fir tree words right now - except fir that one!
DeleteI love acrostics. These are wonderful. I live in tucson where it has been in the 90's this week. We don't have changing leaves.
ReplyDeleteStately cactus
Arms raised
Gracing the skyline
Until the arrival of
Autumn and if there is
Rain, the seams
Open wider. (The prickly spines on the saguaro run in vertical seams and when it rains or is dry, the seams open and close like an accordion so the cactus can hold more water.) Thanks for letting me play.
When I travel to places that have different terrain and trees, I wonder what it would be like to live there. Would I ever get used to a cactus or palm as an everyday sight? Thanks for sharing your stately cactus acrostic!
DeleteI think PINE is my favorite -- a fun collection of word play. These would be fun to illustrate with photos!
ReplyDeletePine ended up being the simplest and easiest to write. Love the smell of a pine-y woods!
DeleteLove these! It's obvious you were having fun with them :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks! That's how I feel about all poetry writing! I almost feel guilty having so much fun!
DeleteYou did very well since starting at 1, Donna. Because we have aspen, like those birch trees, I love this line: "Remaining white/Candles stand extinguished". You photo is lovely too. I hope you've had a beauty of a fall. We have. Every day I look at look. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteI just love a nice stand of birch! It has been a wonderful fall here. Today is crisp and cool with the clearest blue sky! Another great day!
DeleteEven the caption of your poem sounds like the start of a poem...maybe a tree chant-y!
ReplyDeleteFunny you should say that...just what I thought as I was writing them!
DeleteTruly inspired - I love them all, but especially the imagery in the birch. Love these!
ReplyDeleteNow that's poetry! I love how you played with words - and captured something so fleeting yet magical too. :) Lovely!
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