Orb speaks to me from dappled boughs:
“My grace allows
This perfect place
Upon your face.”
“On Autumn days I like to shine
Warm earthly shrine
Thank you who pray
For sun each day.”
“I make trees smile when I alight
Leaves, bark shine bright
I warm your bones
I love our home.”
Last week when I recorded the video of the sycamores of Sweet Street, I made a left onto Diamond, which is the street where the cat shelter is located. I wanted one still of a sycamore, opened the window of my car and snapped a quick picture before going in. It was only later, when I looked at it, that I realized how perfectly the sun positioned itself. So this was not a staged photo but God’s grace that did it.
The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff
Beautiful tree with the sun in just the right spot. Lovely poem to go with it. 🙂
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Thank you, Barbara 🙂
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It is an amazing picture.
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Thank you Sadje
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You’re welcome Li.
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Beautiful serendipity. The tree spirit shining. (K)
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❤
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Beautiful picture and words. Thank you for the new poetry form.
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Thank you, Astrid. Glad you now know of a new form to use 🙂
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Nice capture.
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Thank you, Ken.
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