Monday, May 18, 2020

DMC: "Invasive grape vines" by Sarah Grace Tuttle

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 HERE for more details and to add your poem to the padlet. While some poems will be shared as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, May 29th.


  1. 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. ;)

  2. Yes. Those cheeps. I love this...and I surely do understand.

  3. Of course, tree will wait. Nicely done!

  4. Ah, memories of last year finding a nest in grape vines in the school garden. Those tiny little peeps mean precious cargo. Thanks for writing.

  5. Love that caring for the world, Sarah. Thanks for the beautiful poem showing us all to pay attention.

  6. Oh, 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.
    Janet Clare F.