Platanus
I look out the window at the yard
Which lounges under the shade of giant plane trees
Their summer foliage
Spreads languidly across the vast expanse of concrete
Providing cover for countless hours during the hot summer.
It is a haven for the myriad of birds who populate my world.
The beautiful warbling magpies,
The very serious black crows
Who scavenge in garbage bins
For the tiniest of morsels,
To the pesky minor birds who flock in seeming millions.
Occasionally an owl appears, camouflaged against the bark
sometimes the kookaburra laughs its welcome.
His welcoming song amongst the cacophony
Of the avian choir who sing
Side by side in the vastness of these trees.
Come winter they take on the appearance of skeletons
Stark against the winter winds
Their leaves deposited at their trunks
To be blown by the wind.
Each morning a flurry of blowers
Men with rakes, working non-stop
The dropped foliage masses in knee deep oceans
Into which small children often disappear.
They are so magnificent
I love the sight of them
Their rich green foliage
Like protective arms
So very cool to be beneath.
Thank you for putting me ‘neath the protective arms – very nice imagery my friend. 🙂
thanks Jenny, you would be welcome…
🙂 ta muchly.
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Very nice!! 🙂 🙂
Thank you Helen.
Lovely imagery…can almost hear the birds…how nice for you to have such a lovely garden! 🙂
I wish…lol….its actually our school yard, which is very nice as well. Thanks Georgia.
LOL cool. I live in smack dab in the center of a medieval farming village, and can see other peoples trees from my loggia (kind of a third floor covered veranda) but I have no land at all myself.
Nice to read on a cold day here. 🙂
Thank you. Warm this side of the world.
Sounds like a nice retreat from a summer day’s heat.
And it is, just wide arms with so much delightful shade. Thanks RoSy.