Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Blank Verse for English 3440

by Jack Garcia
I look upon the tree which proudly stands
with orange lace and bright maroon cravats,
bedazzled, dressed in jewels of autumn; gold
upon his fingers stretching out to me.
I wonder where the sycamore retreats
as winter’s snow invades his closet there
and throws his precious costumes out the door:
a crimson handkerchief, a hat, a glove.
Invading spaces that were never hers,
the winter wind has stripped the tree of pride.


Laine said...

Sounds like winter is a nasty chic.

Great imagery!

Anonymous said...

Winter, the great humbler. I never thought of leaves as clothes, very nice!


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