The stubborn khaki leaves cling to branches,
paper birches, I call them because of
their resemblance to bags from
the packy. They stay all winter,
defying autumn’s descent, laughing at the frozen river.
I have no idea where they go when spring finally comes back around,
so seduced by the fresh greenery, the daffodils giggling in the breeze, the brilliant fuchsia blossoms in the sky.
Flowers in the goddamn trees.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Comments (3)
There’s something defiant and tender about leaves that refuse to let go. This captures that beautifully.
I love trees in general as we've discussed. Big ent lover too. Flowering trees are like taking these big rulers with centuries of heritage and makes them pretty too. Well done.
There’s nothing more beautiful than flowering trees and I’ll defend that stance to the death