Poetry

The Dancing Trees

They shimmer and sway in the breeze
branchy partners against
a Danube blue sky.
Glassy diamonds on the green–
arrow fragments, light glimmering
in an anthem song.
The play a tune for my eyes,
loudly announcing the beauty of dusk,
a message in light music
reflecting in emerald on the velvet evening.
The leaves bend to sleep,
lilting a lullaby….
the twilight dance ends
with a bough.
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My husband and I were out on our deck remarking on the lovely Seattle evening, glancing at the way the trees moved in the wind. ¬†We both thought of the same thing–dancing trees.
Linking with Kelly for the Small Wonder link up, where she wrote about trees, too.

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7 Comments

  • www.nancyaruegg.com

    I, too, love the play on words at the end. And yes, to end with a smile is delightful and fitting. Also love that line: “Reflecting in emerald on the velvet evening.” Beautiful and soul-enriching, Jody!

  • Jody Lee Collins

    I hesitated at the play on words, Sandy, but I thought a smile bringer would be a good ending. Thanks for reading.

  • Sandra Heska King

    “the twilight dance ends
    with a bough.”

    That made me smile. The light in that photo makes me smile, too.

  • Lisa notes...

    I so love how the trees dance, too. Mine are dancing outside my own window right now. I think I'll watch a minute…. Thanks for the blessing, Jody.

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