February 27, 2012

I know the evergreens await this season with bated breath

All year round.

 

I know this because they’re gossip queens, the evergreen trees,

They see evidence of the wind through my tangled hair,

And that’s enough to convince them

That I am an ally:

 

Whistlers give me shivers and I tend

To keep the quiet, still I can’t help

Wishing that the stranger’s loud music in the

Stranger’s hooded car were my

Loud music in my

Hooded car.

 

The same streetlight flickers off as I walk by

Every single night

But I’ve never said a thing to it:

 

I have seen what happens when we are like

The pine tree and sacrifice color for

Longevity. 

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[asdarkeyesclose]

some strong observation of nature in this. i liked the way you described the trees - especially in the last stanza and then all the contrast with the car music and the streetlights. a lovely structure to your writing too.