10 Monday Mar 2014
Matchmaker trees,
trunks of knobbly knees,
arthritic twigs,
that creak in the breeze.
A splutter of leaves,
yellowed nicotine trees,
the breath of a smoker,
lets out a wheeze.
We’re dying, they weep,
as autumn does creep,
within crispy veins,
as they lay down to sleep.
© Trees 28.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Ash Tree in Fall (Photo credit: hz536n/George Thomas)
28 Friday Sep 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, fall, knobbly knees, nicotine, poetry, trees, twigs
Matchmaker trees,
trunks of knobbly knees,
arthritic twigs,
that creak in the breeze.
A splutter of leaves,
yellowed nicotine trees,
the breath of a smoker,
lets out a wheeze.
We’re dying, they weep,
as autumn does creep,
within crispy veins,
as they lay down to sleep.
© Trees 28.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Ash Tree in Fall (Photo credit: hz536n/George Thomas)
06 Wednesday Jun 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
Tags
Hector, Isis, jubilation, love, metaphysical, Mother Earth, Old Father Time, poetry, salvation, Sea, stars, trees
Sapphire seas,
tourmaline trees,
the sun shining sweetest nectar.
I soar in the skies,
whilst skimming the seas,
protected by Isis and Hector.
The stars line the way,
whilst the trees bow to me,
and the gulls cry out jubilations!
Old Father Time and Mother Earth smiles,
as the world spins in sweet salvation.
© Jubilation 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
A View of Earth from Saturn (Photo credit: alpoma)
