Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

The Trees Outside

The trees outside my window
Are in their budding phase,
With newborn leaves and blossoms
In their early spring displays.

I gaze at them forlornly,
Behind a pane of glass
And hope they aren’t autumn-like
Before this all shall pass.

Though fall’s my favorite season,
Those rusts and golds, I think,
Won’t dazzle near as much without
Their prior greens and pink.

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Caren Krutsinger April 29, 2020 at 6:21 AM Nature is keeping hope alive for me.

Timothy Hicks April 25, 2020 at 1:44 AM It’s all very strange isn’t it? I’m lucky to live in one of the least populated states in the union ... I can only imagine what you’re going through. Stay safe, Ilene, and don’t let these trying circumstances get you too down ...

Robert Johnson April 21, 2020 at 11:35 AM Poignant. the difference between your existence in NY City compared to mine in rural MN. And to how you are such a social person, I can only imagine how much of a difference this all is for someone like yourself. <3<3<3 :):):)

Gordon Mcconnell April 20, 2020 at 3:07 PM Such a lovely piece ilene, you've penned this so well focusing on the trees budding near you. Showing nice rhyme and flow too making it a delight.

Rico Leffanta April 20, 2020 at 1:16 PM Too bad we have a President who urges folk to spread the virus around instead of one who encourages everyone to act like THEY have the virus and do not want anyone else to get it so the virus can be controlled within weeks instead of months! Aloha! Rico

Gershon Wolf April 20, 2020 at 1:30 AM Precisely penned, ilene! ~ gw