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.
Mountain Ash
Beneath
pale skies
her lime green leaves
shield dense seed heads;
She
waits, coiled, tough
for true
blue spring
to warm
sad hearts.
I like that one, too.
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