peter bormuth

Beech - Tricolor - Poem by peter bormuth

Beech – Tricolor

In the late spring

you come out plain:

a brown paper wrapper,

but you change fast,

wine, ruby, the pink

of lips not ordinarily seen.

Grabber of attention.

Dancer in the wind.

You soar like hawk.

You dazzle like hummingbird.

You applaud sunshine.

Slow grower,

taking time to root,

tapping the vibration

of mineral spaces,

the moisture of kosher

and quiet rains.

For all that beauty,

in the autumn

you return the way you came:


deposed king,

unadorned commoner,


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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 22, 2010

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