Trees

oak and others

By Harper Lewis Published 5 months ago • 1 min read

There’s much ado about oak trees on hills

like they’ve accomplished more

than a stand of river birch,

a river-born copse of cypress,

or even a wild dogwood,

maybe a whispering pine or

weeping willow hiding behind

veils of green, giant magnolias

with enormous white blossoms

bursting from grenades,

the red-leafed sugar maple, and oh,

that black walnut. Yes, ancient oaks

are mighty, expansive, and

always so lonely.

Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.

Intertextuality is my passion.

Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.

My words are mine, not a robot’s.

MA English literature, CofC

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