Five Times Round The Tree
How can I honour you, flame-tickled tree,
when poets have lined up to watch you blush
and crackle through November’s pageantry?
What use to add my musings to the crush
of imagery, the rain of metaphor,
the gusts of wit and wordplay that see you
personified as age and change and more?
You rustle, and the answer blusters through.
Weak-strong, weak-strong, five joyful times around
I’ll beat iambic rhythms with my boots,
crunch assonant expressions from the mound
of wordy leaves that chatter round your roots,
and then declare us partners in a rhyme
that brims with all the zest of autumn-time.
26 November 2019
Copyright © Nina Parmenter | Year Posted 2019
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
to post a comment