Almost Spring

 

        Almost Spring

Sycamore trees glow

in the dusk, 

gathering moonlight

(and star dust)

in their branches.

 

 

poem & photo copyright ©2024 Anne Selden Annab

 

 

An Autumn Poem by Anne Selden Annab: A Sycamore Leaf in Fall

              A Sycamore Leaf in Fall



Autumn leaves and a little squirrel-
plus a rapid rain drenching all.


Scampering down our tall maple tree
the little squirrel blends into the wet bark.


He pauses. Then leaps, landing on a wet
sycamore leaf that is larger than he is by far.


That big leaf is on an edge. The squirrel's front paws,
frantic for traction, claw and the leaf moves

moves like a magic carpet sweeping him up and over.
The little squirrel lands...  and finds shelter.

poem copyright ©2019 Anne Selden Annab

Reprieve

      Reprieve

There is PAIN
always

but there is also
beauty...

The sun rise spurge
in every shade of rose-
and orange, as if flowers
and fruit and fish
taught dawn
what to do.

Daylight discloses
the colorful wood duck
and then mallards
with their mates
drifting upstream
dabbling.

Sycamore leaf boats
float past, as a chick-a-dee
flits up to perch
on a spindly twig
nearby.

My own movement
so often curtailed
is but one tiny red berry
on the burning bush.

Later on a drive
I chance upon
the startling bright
golden light
of an autumn tree
brimming with
luminescence.

poem copyright ©2015 Anne Selden Annab