Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (Avenue)
The trees gather at the water's edge,
studying their reflections,
Admiring their own grandeur,
the fine lines of their winter coats
revealed in the pond at their feet,
they murmur approval as they quiver their branches.
I walk amongst them
and worship at their beauty.
The clouds are reflected in the water
and glow as if echoing the opinion of the trees.
Sunday 3rd May 2020 4:29 pm
watery, winter sun,
suddenly shoots a
fuzzy spotlight on me.
Cold electric blue sky,
serried ranks of trees
standing to attention,
stripped bare in their
Stripped of the frivolous
garnishing of summer,
growing old grace...
Friday 20th September 2019 9:45 pm