of the Hills
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.
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