~To hold as 't were, the mirror up to nature…
How sweet the Mimosa’s aromatic lure
with lumbering roots stretching and digging deep.
Leaning this way, that way as bodies mature
soaking up the rain, letting pure elements seep.
Spindly extensions that extrude really wide
draping rich earth bed where fallen blossoms dried.
Mimosa’s budding flower a sweet perfume
captivates senses with each coral red bloom.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Seventh Place Winner ~ "The Tree” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
May 19, 2011