Young man, old man

In February’s frozen spring
I came across a curious thing-
a solitary sapling in the sun.

It looked as if ’twere shivering,
with papered leaves a-quivering,
and the wind imparted voices to each one.

I thought its spindly arms were bare
until I heard the chattering there
and spied the little curlicues of brown.

And thought- so many made it through
the winter’s blast, the icy blue,
and held on fast to make their chittering sound

9 Comments

  1. gizzylaw says:

    I can see them. In the pine and the oak. Making noise.

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    1. Lee Dunn says:

      Although it could have been my teeth chattering.

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      1. gizzylaw says:

        I don’t think those are made of wood…..hehehe

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      2. Lee Dunn says:

        No. That’s my head.

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      3. gizzylaw says:

        Hard wood? Solid oak? Is that what your spouse tells you? hehehe

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      4. Lee Dunn says:

        At times.

        Like

      5. gizzylaw says:

        Jeez, I say it to my spouse every day. Sometimes more than once!

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  2. Beautiful. I loved this line ‘and the wind imparted voices to each one’

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