Ladytree’s Dress of Green Leaves
Dress of Green Leaves
The falling leaves, detached from the crooked branch,
Twirl in synchronized dance,
Their blades swiveling in the wind, as a spinning gown,
The petiole partakes in this ball
And a ribbon gust would prance,
Twisting the air, at moments would slash,
Would trough and would seesaw back,
Missing the love of its homely branch,
This beautiful green it would sport until
Hovering in the air it could be no more,
It drew its last dance on the mounded green floor;
Toppled with the others, it spindles its last spin,
At the tip of the petiole is how it begins,
Presenting its bladed dress majestic and moral;
Then it’s spin died and it covered the others now
In tousled bush, from atop it looked a dress
All green and when the air brushed
The whole shook harmonious
This was a gown of green
Only fitted by the Ladytree,
Because it was weaved by her carefully,
All the leaves from her twigs of yarn
From her creation could not be spun from a dexterous arm
That she wilted off her stem
And then with another again, and again
Until all the leaves fell into place
For days, for weeks, for months
To have every leaf fall into place,
The light casting a softening sheen,
And the air swift, shuttering the tree,
And there she is, the lady doused from her stump to her heel,
With a dress made of green leaves,
Not even her mother could veneer,
About the Creator
Octovo Libra
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And my poetry Hell Is Like A Dog Kennel and other poems
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