Aubade

By daylight the lake appears

to be missing its stars.

The black hole is now a blue island,

trimmed in green and brown.

 

Patches of shadow stretch out in their

beds beneath the trees. Branches bear flowers,

and tree trunks branch three ways,

like braids come loose.

 

Come loose. Won’t you? While the sun is still

intact, and you can, and our little planet spins

like a handful of leaves in the hand

of the wind. 

Reviews

[Distantview123]

There is certainly some inventive imagery in this write. Nicely penned indeed! ~ Robert.

[Kelly Scheppers]

"Patches of shadow stretch out in their
beds beneath the trees. Branches bear flowers,
and tree trunks branch three ways,
like braids come loose."

I love your metaphor of roots from a tree trunk, being "like braids". What a true poet you are, Molly!