Untouched
Tall, naked trees
are slowly getting dressed
Tiny green polka dots adorning each appendage.
Strong winds force them into an unsynchronized dance
as the song turns to static in the switch of a dial.
The larger green polka dots weigh heavily on the arthritic arms
so delicate yet so strong.
A row of pine trees takes center stage
at the top of the mound carpetted in a net of brown, lifeless array.
Fragrant needles moving smoothly
like a ballerina twirlng in a child's jewelry box.
Ornamental grasses are peeking up out of the moist soil
like a newborn taking its first breath of air.
Thick, lush tufts of new follicles
abundantly sprout on the scalp of the Earth.
Unshampooed from last years dry leaves
and the split ends of each fallen branch.
Lying helpless, like an overprocessed hairdo.
The big, yellow balloon
with no string attached
looking down below
flashing a bright, warm smile
with the passing of each cloud
Copyright © Jenny Emelander | Year Posted 2012
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