sentinels guarding
a pathway,
form an arch,
a bright, dappled corridor
of living beauty.
Bowed branches
ache to touch leaf tips,
to entwine
and caress
for a moment each other's
foliage fingers.
Their embrace,
broken by the breeze,
marks the end
of Summer.
Fall will paint its glory till
sap-filled veins turn sere.
Written for IGWRT Open Link Monday
beautifully observant. reminds me of the leafy canopies of Hyde Park.
ReplyDeleteWhat a stunning image! You used personification to excellent effect in this piece, Jinksy.
ReplyDeleteI love the thought of them reaching out across the arch to entwine. Beautiful imagery. Life. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful images here, even though I am not quite ready to think of fall yet.
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful! I too am a lover of trees; one of my favorite things is walking in the woods. A lovely posting!!!
ReplyDeleteTheir embrace; Fall is exquisite . And I love to think of them as sentinels.
ReplyDeleteThe image of the trees extending their fingers to caress one another is simply beautiful! Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteI love this, walking - or floating through the magical woodland
ReplyDeleteMakes me want to go for a walk where I come to the fork in the road...lol. this was brilliantly beautiful and so full of mother natures splendor. Great writing.
ReplyDeleteI like the poem, Jinksy, and I love the title.
ReplyDeleteK
they ache to entwine and to caress . . .when they can reach, summer is full
ReplyDeleteBeautiful moments of feeling