TOWN TREES
O wretched mossy trees
your limbs are painted green
wetter than i have ever seen
trees lifting your head to heavens height
fails with this town green blight
snaking skyward in dissarray
so long yet until sunny may
when tenticles dipped in mossy slime
can hide your sadness in its time.
L. Ivison 2026 @ copyright.
Wretched crocus, perfidious flower
daffodil, now is not the hour.
where is the howling wind and cracking snow
where the biting breeze and glacial foe?
splashing through puddles reflecting naked trees
go away warm zephyrs and scented breeze.
spindly twigs and mistletoe
by Your sweet breathe all must go
spring comes creeping in to suspect glee
faulty joy rising through the heart
to hide the hour when we all depart.
L, Ivison 2026 copyright
what strange impressions fresh roses give
when winter bites our very toes
apple blossom pink and fine
while hoar frosts still come and go
too bright green leaves of sycamore
too red the roses on the vine
outside snow and frost now thaw
and freezing rain so very fine
blinds my eyes to summer's bliss
while longing for the icy mists.
l. ivison 2026 copyright.
