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
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
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I can see them. In the pine and the oak. Making noise.
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Although it could have been my teeth chattering.
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I don’t think those are made of wood…..hehehe
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No. That’s my head.
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Hard wood? Solid oak? Is that what your spouse tells you? hehehe
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At times.
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Jeez, I say it to my spouse every day. Sometimes more than once!
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Beautiful. I loved this line ‘and the wind imparted voices to each one’
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