I marvel at the strength and grace
of the green sinewy limbs of trees.
There’s a frisson of surprise and joy
when a flock of birds explodes from trees.
I’m hypnotised by the dance of shadow
and light when evening thrills through trees.
My imagination takes flight when I see
silhouettes of storm-blasted trees.
I dance among falling leaves
in fields crowned with gold and copper trees.
I rejoice in the vibrant colours
of profusely berried winter trees.
How can one not admire the artistry
of ivy and mistletoe embellished trees?
I fill my lungs with the intoxicating scent
of ancient and decaying trees.
I listen on a winter’s night to wind
in branches and crackling frost in trees.
But oh, I mourn the loss of forests,
the robbery of Earth’s wealth of trees.
I dread the day when I can’t hear
a breeze whispering the ghazal of trees.
Kim M. Russell, 30th May 2019
Another ghazal for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night