Invasive grape vines
tangle the top of the hemlock.
I have my loppers out,
ready to help.
But, there's a nest.
The cheeps are
too young
too delicate
too precious...
Surely, the tree understands
why I wait.
© 2020 Sarah Grace Tuttle. All rights reserved.
TLD reader Margaret Simon has challenged us to write a mindful poem about the present moment. Click
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will be shared as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be
included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, May 29th.
I've wanted to share this poem since the moment I saw it on Twitter, Sarah. It speaks to me so. And now you know why I was so eager to fix the formatting on the padlet— hearing back from you was my go ahead. ;)
ReplyDeleteThis made my morning. Thanks Michelle! :)
DeleteYes. Those cheeps. I love this...and I surely do understand.
ReplyDeleteOf course, tree will wait. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteAh, memories of last year finding a nest in grape vines in the school garden. Those tiny little peeps mean precious cargo. Thanks for writing.
ReplyDeleteLove that caring for the world, Sarah. Thanks for the beautiful poem showing us all to pay attention.
ReplyDeleteOh, the watch and listen and wait. Lovely, Sarah. I love your use of the word "loppers" as I had never really heard that used in that way. A caring heart, a poem that stays.
ReplyDeleteJanet Clare F.