Tuesday, 17 December 2013

Red Ribbons

Eucalyptus trees - perennial green
The seasons change but they are seen
Against a sky of sapphire blue
Their silver bark forever new.

Leaves fall aplenty - brittle, dry
And new growth burgeons on the sly
Their branches whisper in the wind
Clothed in green, tall and long-limbed.

I crunch leaf litter – crackling sound
A light breeze pushes it around
No paths are swept and insects find
In billowing swathes a haven kind.

It’s surreal what at year’s end occurs
These noble trees, like Christmas firs
Are with red ribbons neatly wound;
Australia’s sentinels astound!

(c) Poet in the woods 2013

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