how can we compete with trees?
artists, sculptors
trees bring them to their knees
jeez Louise
look at those trunks
big spunks
those leaves
those colours
textures
in the dry
we pass them by
their beauty lying doggo
but come the rain
the wet
the water rushing down the plug hole
their palette suddenly
comes alive
like someone switched
the filter up
to hyper-real
surreal they are
wet magic
and each one unique
chuck out your chisels
and paint brushes
throw your easels under buses
we can’t compete
with trees.
My book of poems, A Day At A Time In Rhyme (Littlefox Press) can be found here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Day-At-Time-Rhyme/dp/0648083861/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+Day+At+A+Time+In+Rhyme+Jane+Clifton&qid=1572053238&sr=8-1