Cream-colored paper snow
Sun lights each up to glow
When the warm spring winds blow
Tap tapping a window
Liquid when they blow low
Aground they dart and flow
Asphalt's wind-schooled minnows
Beach themselves amid rows
And soon a new tree grows.
Ulmus Pumila
3 responses to “Ulmus Pumila”
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A lovely poem about spring that brought a soft smile to my face
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You like the elm, I like the aspen, but somehow, we still get along.
Oddly, this arrangement of words set off a shiver in my skin:
“Asphalt’s wind-schooled minnows
Beach themselves amid rows.”-
These Elm though, they are not the stately trees lining the streets, these are Siberian Elm. They’re an invasive species that are brittle and subject to breakage. I find them utterly irritating as the seedlings pop up everywhere. I like Aspens better even if they like to spread. My favorite trees are Oaks, Gingkos and Chestnuts. I guess I would like my world to look like something Maxfield Parrish painted.
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