My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille 9 – green
Emerald light
Filtered through foliage
Transmutes into shadows of green,
A mute cocoon of verdant solitude,
A shroud unseen.
Words are leaves that fly,
Animated by breath of breeze
To stop mouths and ears of passers-by,
Who don’t see
The poet under the tree.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 
I specially love: Words are leaves that fly ~
I think most people don’t see poets, but it is our words that will get us noticed or not, maybe ~
Have a wonderful week Kim ~
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Thanks Grace 🙂
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I think I want to be that poet, with the leaves writing my words… wonderful
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That was the bench I sat on in the Volksgarten in Vienna last week.
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A lovely peaceful poem, Kim.
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Thank you 🙂
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Awesome words and I wanted to tell you Kim thanks for sharing your beautiful words and photos with all of us. Hope your weather and all is good there we are getting rain here in Florida but we need it so that is good. Kat
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Hi Kat and thank you for your kind words. Although it’s been overcast here today, thankfully it hasn’t rained. I took some photographs in Vienna last week and bought some postcards at the Belvedere, which I hope will inspire some poems this week. Then it’s off to Italy at the end of next week for my daughter’s wedding. 😊
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take some wonderful pictures there in Italy I always loved a few of the cities there wish I could go back to Florence and retake a few I lost in a fire can’t replace them can’t go back now. lol have a great time at the wedding and congrats to the happy couple
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🙂
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You had me at “Emerald light”. Love every bit of this!
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Thank you😊
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“Words are leaves that fly,
Animated by breath of breeze
To stop mouths and ears of passers-by,
Who don’t see
The poet under the tree.”
Sigh. I wish I’d written this. Lovely.
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Thank you, De 😊
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Oh I absolutely love this! ditto whimsygismo’s comment! And how I would love to sit below this tree…sigh.
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Thank you, Lillian.
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SMiLes.. yeS.. so trUe
thE poet IS A UniVersal
Tree.. and iN woRds
associatED
wiTh Whitman
tHe greaTest Lover
aS God oF Nature
IS A poEt
wHo LoVes
iT aLL SinGinG
A Tree of Love
for LiFe
thAT
NeVer enDs..
beGins.. staRts
oR finisheS noW..
aNd thAT mY
friEnd IS A
tRUe iN noW
prophecy bY WhiTman
come to FruiTioN reAL noW
foR A patHway iS noW mAde
for those who enter heaVen iN RefRain
It iS Built
foR hE iS uS
iN FiEldS of DreAMs..
aNd i/mE wHeN
wE See
Love iN
uS
oF aN
ultiMate
poeTree..:)
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Hi Katie! Keep sharing your unique poeTree!
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Thanks..!!..:)
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I think that I shall never see too many poets under too many trees; a frolic for us; thanks.
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I sat under that tree with a Klimt notebook and pen 😊
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Such a pleasant read! I want to be under that tree writing poetry.
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It was in a lovely park in the centre of Vienna, a truly beautiful city of art and culture – inspirational!
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How lovely!
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Pure delight. I love poems about poetry, poets.
Words are leaves that fly,
Animated by breath of breeze
YES!
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Thank you Victoria!
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To go out into nature to write of green – perfect.
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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I like the idea of producing poems as generously as a tree produces leaves. How lovely. And, ah, Vienna…
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Thank you for reading 🙂
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Beautiful poem! I love the line “the poet under the tree.”
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Thank you 😉
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Beautiful words, an inviting bench, poetic thoughts…thanks for sharing your green scene, Kim!
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Thank you for reading, Lynn 🙂
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