Trees Alive

Don't you see them dancing?

As a child

I always thought

trees by sidewalks

looked like dancers

frozen in time. Look.

Elegant women of pearl,

slenderly twisted, reaching heavenward

with poetic limbs,

fingers curved lovingly,

timeless swans

garbed lightly spring green.

Opposite stands a stalwart row

a heavy march at rest

Unyielding giants with proud beards falling

roots in earth, of earth, as earth, whole.

Stoic Dorics, unwavering

but gentle

the winds pass, freely.

The hunched ancients

quietly sit

bent bows

knotting with time

mutter slowly of peace

sleep tomorrows.