Sycamore
Sycamores
are amazing trees
shedding bark like skin
removing dry and brittle layers
to reveal new pristine smooth pale green hues.
The bark peels and laps over
like a tongue languishing,,
thirsty,, panting in the Sun
and layering the trunk of patchwork design
in a fresh clean quilting.
Hail to the Sycamores
standing kingly tall
unflinchingly in the wind
reaching toward the sky
with triple crowns of leaves up high.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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