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A rocky
outcrop on the ridge-top meadow Webbed by fissures as if victimized In sledgehammer blows by Bunyan. Shoving through the cracks volcanically, A flowering ash took over, Growing, thriving, blooming, Sheltering the rocks beneath its hemispheric parasol. This stunning tree displays a thousand flowers, Bottle-brushes nature-painted using soft pastels That took your breath away, shooting out from tips of every branch--- Voluptuous explosion like the starbursts high-speed photos captured. Bristling in unique allure, The tree exhales the dulcet breath of June. In all her finery, she proudly stands most solitary On this ranch abandoned, Surely gratified to draw admiring glances from the hiker passing by, Most anxious offering her shade, Or welcome shelter should raw lashing ocean storms encroach Upon the uplands blanketed by golden grass Beyond horizons of tomorrow. ---Willow Creek Ridge, Russian R., CA |
©2007 by Paul Hertelendy. The illustration is from IMSI's Master Clips Collection, 1895 Francisco Blvd. E., San Rafael, CA, 94901-5506, USA
This poem first posted Sept. 17, 2007.
Paul Hertelendy is critic
and webmaster for the arts-review web site www.artssf.com, and
is also the Piedmont (CA) Centennial poet laureate. To visit his
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