Curtsey

Apple#18

I wrote this poem several years ago while out for a morning walk on the cricket pitch behind the house; I can picture the tree still, and could take you to it any day! A young little tree that seemed to be modestly bowing as I passed. I did not photograph it at the time, but the image above at least reminds you what alder looks like.

Curtsey

This little tree

Curtseys in its gentle grace,

Full-fruited.

Although autumn weariness

Begins to take its boughs

With autumn fading

Through its seed;

Yet autumn glory shimmers

In leaf in leaf in leaf.

And with all this before me

I see life’s rhythm dancing here.