Look yonder as some husky tree
with woven mossy beard and many jools
asunder by the empty brook
a nest of hollows in its roots prepares.
with emeralds beclothed, and leaves,
the old young pear tree sighs
as empty water wind
and breathless breeze
hen-feathers ruffle, beckoning to skies.
Look yonder where the branches bow and sway
o’erhead the nest in folded disarray;
a treasured egg laid by its mother’s feet
come spring shall turn to leafy dome –
its children bud
and tow’rds the heavens roam.
Written April 2012, Emma Dumitra.
Image from www.treepicturesonline.com.