The 30DaysWild challenge today is an ode to trees. A sonnet in my case.
On the beauty of poplars
Without the poplar trees there’d be no song,
no fluting call of orioles, no wild
and wanton dancing by the stream, no wreaths
of black and yellow through the leafy green.
Without the poplar trees, how would we know
the wind was pouring, rolling from the west?
The oaks stand firm, immobile, poplars sigh,
their topmost branches trembling silver sea.
And when the trembling grows, a rising tide
of waving boughs and hissing with the foam
of unseen water-wind, cold ocean-born,
the poplars raise their slender boughs to show
the wind take form, we see it in the sky,
an ocean, weed-strewn, flotsam flying by.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
This is such a beautiful ode to trees, Jane!
“The oaks stand firm, immobile, poplars sigh,
their topmost branches trembling silver sea.” 💙
Thank you! I’m listening to them now, wondering if there’ll be a storm.
Husband was away yesterday, only twenty miles or so along the Garonne, and they had a violent storm at the end of the morning. A whole area of the town was flooded. We just had the poplars muttering as the black clouds rolled past. Really strange.
Trees have their own distinct characters. Most of us never notice, but you always do. (K)
Thanks 🙂 We plant a lot of poplars here and they have a very distinctive sound. The popular name for them is ‘Trembles’ because they leaves shimmer in the slightest wind and they hiss like waves. It’s a shame they don’t live longer. 100 years is about their maximum and ours must be there already.
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