Saturday, April 4, 2015
Poem #3 for Poetry Month-Arabic Hazaj Metre
Today, an Arabic Hazaj Metre Poem to celebrate the tree I see every day from my writing desk, along with a glimpse of Echachsis Island one mile to the northwest. The cement sidewalk leads to the turf heli-pad and the engine room. The Sitka mountain ash attracts birds in every season, from little hummingbirds to hungry Bohemian waxwings, song sparrows, crows and rufous-sided towhees, and that’s just for starters.
Beneath pale skies
her lime green leaves
shield dense seed heads;
She waits, coiled, tough
for true blue springto warm sad hearts.