The Oak
By Robert Kingston
I
see a seed drop,
bouncing,
visiting each branch.
Watched
as it nestled,
deep
in an avalanche.
Now
time ticks by,
Pending
a surprise.
Waiting
for spring
to
open up
our
eyes.
(c) Robert Kingston 3.10.15
Lovely verse. Sorry I had to separate picture & words. They were so difficult to read overlaid on the picture. Nice picture though Rob perfect illustration of the text, did you take it?
ReplyDeleteObviously you were in tune with nature when you wrote this, good one Robert. I've had tiny oak trees sprouting all over the garden.
ReplyDeletePesky squirrels forget where they bury them. I love them all the same!
That's really nice. Being intune with nature and stopping to notice these small but relevant things long enough to be inspired to write is what poetry is all about.
ReplyDeleteShelley.