Windfall

Whirlwinds wrench dislocating 

In enraged barbarous gusts. 

Never relenting in its 

Destruction, the tempest bends 

Figurines of bark. Branches

Arch fracturing,

Limp they hang lamenting

Leaves lost falling in windfall. 

©Jacqui Slade

The Forest

Eerily the forest barks

creaking creeping after dark,

rustling and shivering 

its foliage quivering.

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Eerily the forest speaks

shedding leafy tears it weeps,

whispering nocturnal cries

the heavens are ebonite.

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Eerily the forest moans

stretching out its ancient bones,

spindly fingers touching night

semblance shadowed by moonlight.

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Statuesque the forest stands

antiquity of the land,

its spirit haunts gnarled worn dreams

in the twilight forests scream.

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©Jacqui Slade

Dance with trees

Luscious and exuberant
creepers coil. Their tapestry
interweaving, they trail through
thickets and foliate floors.

The sages stand. Statuesque
enchanted and sapient.
Their knotted torsos shelter
under emerald canopies.

Incandescent in aura.
Enlightened they shimmer
radiant in life. Their truths
covert and deep are seeded.

At harmony we saunter
in dalliance, spellbound and
unfettered. Spirited we
forsake fear and dance with trees.

©Jacqui Slade

The Tree At Autumn

The Tree At Autumn

Orange auburn brown and gold,
a twirling curling tiny hold.
On silver branches that dance the trees,
waltIng wild against the breeze.

Whistling howling noisy bustle,
manic in a crackling rustle.
Colours blinding shooting glide,
on skeletal spindles hard and dried.

Clutching grasping losing grip,
spiralling they make their trip.
Nature withers and slowly dies,
as the leaves meet their demise.

Autumn casts it’s spell in weaves,
it’s carpet interlaced with leaves.
Tossed and torn sharp and shredded,
into its midst they are embedded.

Autum makes it’s leafy bed,
its blanket fruit the tree has shed.
A patchwork laying on the ground,
the crispy crunchy leafy mound

Statuesque and captivating,
barren stark yet fascinating.
Although it’s leaves have now departed,
in its decay new life has started.

©Jacqui Slade