Metamorphoses Poem by Tom Billsborough

Metamorphoses

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Leaves become sparrows,
Sparrows leaves;
Metamorphoses of shadows
In the elders to the east.
Ahead the sun descends behind
A grill of tall ash trees.
Where on a single branch
The last two leaves splay fingers,
Downwards in surrender
To oncoming winter.
The sun slips slowly westward
Behind the tapered juniper
Studding it with stars.
And suddenly gives me
My early Christmas Tree!

Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: christmas
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Pamela Sinicrope 23 November 2016

You have a way with describing nature...and naturally lit Christmas trees. Beautiful imagers, beautiful words, nice cadence, rhythm, and alliteration. Thanks so much for sharing this!

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Tom Billsborough 23 November 2016

Thanks, Psm. Hope it's okay for Xmas collection.

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Preston Lancashire England
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