Oh Tiny Tree

[Bianca Alabaster]

Oh tiny tree
No taller than me
With your little
Red leaves
Shaped like child's hands.

Today is your day,
You held out till the last
And now you're sharing
Your leaves for us, alas!

I get to watch them
Drift and twitter,
Floating slowly to the ground
As the wind shakes
Your fragile branches
Are you chilly out there?

I watch your
Beautiful dance.
I saw your first leaf fall.
And one, two, three more.
It is a windy day,
You shall be bare by nightfall.

Your dance captivates me
Oh tiny tree
You are more than movement
You are grace and glory.
At first I knew you as small.
Now I see you are quite tall!

© written 11/9/09

[addy]

Adorable! Strictly speaking, you didn't apply any personification to the tree, but it feels like quite a character to me

[Bianca Alabaster]

thank you, she was quite the character and you caught the mood of the poem

[kath3]

I very much enjoy you Bianca.
Your words in this poem are wonderful.

Your dance captivates me
Oh tiny tree
You are more than movement
You are grace and glory.

[billy]

it sounds like a maple tree;

Red leaves
Shaped like child's hands.

nice write Bianca
it shows me the wonder of nature really well.
and i agree the tree does seem to have a character

[Bianca Alabaster]

It isn't a maple but a dogwood and it had a lot of character.

I miss that tree. It was right in front of me in the window at my old job. boo hoo.

It's autumn again, I bet it is shedding it's leaves and shivvering (brrrr) in the cold.

It was 30 last night.