Skywriting
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
The well-shaped maple on the hilltop spreads
Its leaves and limbs like rhythmed lines and rhymes.
It is a sonnet that in autumn sheds
God’s colors on the ground. This falling chimes
The way a poem should. The oak tree stands
Enormous like an epic by a mind
Of long lost wisdom. It is like commands
From eons foreign to us now. Behind
It are those ways and peoples we have lost
Except for it, its girth and weight and bark.
It has a meaning harsher than the frost
That grips its clothes. Oak doom comes brown and stark.
..The cherry tree against the sky will swell
….With pinknesss like an April villanelle.