Tea
The trees reach up and out
like old men
with brooms clearing the veranda
at the Temple Of The Sky
trailing long silver hair.
Taller ones hold the clouds captive
while wind blows gently in small gusts
cobwebs from the end of their brooms.
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crowns full of tangled cloudstuff.
love this.
You create such a calm and easy scene, love the idea and execution.
Even though I share home and land with you, I wish I could see it through your eyes. Your delicate poetry helps. Says she, the poetic gorilla.
This is great — I can see it! Absolutely love the personification of trees as old men.
wonderful, clear, refreshing, vivid images
Just the kind of things poetry can do
This is fantastic – I love the imagery and how calm and safe it feels
I love the poem, too. Is the title meant to suggest the scene grew out of a cup of tea?
It was the lake, it looked like a hot cup of tea.
title sets the table
trees are the verbs
and the way “their brooms”
can be the trees
or the invisible monks
or us
(one to print & keep
on the writing desk)
The broom metaphor is so good!
That opening image is magnificent. Love the whimsy of this poem,
What I want to know is, what the hell was in that tea? 😏
Lol……some owsley ….lolol
You put the LSD in the TEA. COLEMAN. It was LS and D in the T!