Looking at a Tree

If you are sitting
Where I am sitting
You know that
The small tree
Swaying in front of me
Has twelve branches
And ninety-six
Dancing leaves

You know that
Between the sunlight
And the shadows
Each leaf is a different
Shade of green
And some are not green
At all – more like
Red – but still dancing

And you know that
When one leaf
Falls off the tree
In the wind
I will stand up
Brush off
My feet
And walk home

If I am sitting
Where you are sitting
You know that
I am sitting
In your lap
and when you stand up
I will fall
right on my...

Good one Peter.


Nicely done, Aaron.


Les

Love this one.

V.

There is a nothingness to this poem which is great. Red wheelbarrow and such.

Shit, we have a couple of decent posters, don't scare them off Les with your banality, please.

Aaron, you may find the God fearing folk here slightly stupid. Don't let it put you off though, there are people here who appreciate poems and stuff.

cheers
K

Aaron,

as always I find your style and this poem fantastic. It's just the kind of poetry I love.

This part:

You know that
Between the sunlight
And the shadows
Each leaf is a different
Shade of green


is especially a stand out part as my fave...though the whole thing is great...like you're sharing a secret with the "you" that you are referring to- a mate? the reader? so many possibilities-love it.