My daily walk to the mailbox is generally uneventful.  I follow the sidewalk down the hill, past the five or six houses that look similar to my own.  I notice the groomed lawns, the xeriscaped designs where lawns once grew, those miniature citrus trees.  And today, I noticed the tall thin palm dancing in the breeze.

Inspired by the National Writing Project post, Writing In with #WriteOut, I wrote a Poet-Tree #smallpoem today.

Tree Dance

 

Against the azure sky

the lone palm dances

solo

slowly swaying

graceful fronds stretched wide

brushing the clouds

to the shush

of spring’s song

 

®Douillard