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on this March day
a tree,
still dulled by winter,
raises it raw-boned branches
and beckons to a crow.
For now, the crow will be
its only visitor.
preening and watching
and cawing as if to say…
this tree is about to transform
this tree is soon to be reborn
this tree is waiting for spring
and so am I.
© by Perii Owen.
Used here with the author’s permission.
Photo credit: Perii Owen
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Perii Owen is a retired former flight attendant, former art dealer, and former children’s librarian who loved each and every one of my careers. She loves whimsy and says she hase fun with “the mind-expanding experience of putting words together in a written form.” Perii lives in the hills of Ashland, Oregon; learn more about her here.
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Winston Plowes:
Thank you so much for this. I read it to my local Arts Society this week in Halifax, Calderdale UK
Posted 04/01/2024 05:56 AM
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Lori Levy:
Beautiful poem and photo. Love how the poem ends on a note of hope.
Posted 03/29/2024 06:32 PM
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cwashcraft@gmail.com:
If I didn't know better I would swear that you are in our backyard watching our Cleveland Pear hasatating to open up its white blossoms to announce spring at last.
Posted 03/29/2024 01:08 PM
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peggy.turnbull:
March has a beauty that I didn't always recognize. This poem reminds me to embrace those cold, raw transitions in life. Company will come if beckoned. Thanks for the poem, Perii.
Posted 03/29/2024 10:50 AM
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HazelGrammie:
❤️❤️❤️
Posted 03/29/2024 09:37 AM
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NormaB:
Im with Wilda & Larry!
Posted 03/29/2024 09:17 AM
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Wilda Morris:
I really like these lines:
raises it raw-boned branches
and beckons to a crow.
Posted 03/29/2024 09:13 AM
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Larry Schug:
"still dulled by winter"-very original.
Posted 03/29/2024 07:41 AM
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wayne.goodling@yahoo.com:
Your text gave me a cold, spring-time picture. Then the photo confirmed what you had told me in the poem. Thanks.
Posted 03/29/2024 07:07 AM
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