A million leaves began my musing
beside the wind-felt weeping willow,
my hair disheveled and amusing,
her branches beautifully billowed.
Would she like a few green braids?
Onyx likes being sprayed with perfume.
Marlena, prefers her collar handmade,
purrs wearing my bracelet around the room.
Audacious philosophers long believed
animals possess no soul or cognition.
Their opinion about sensing trees?
Nonsense! - unknowing of their condition.
I think trees, like people, are capable of
sensations, intuition, communion and love.
Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia
All poems on this blog, unless noted, are written by Claudia Callaghan.
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