Live Oaks
New growth pushes old growth off
in a mess of un-extraordinary leaves-
beige, brown, and sage green. Neither
evergreen nor exactly deciduous.
And soon, a yellow residue of pollen
smearing hoods and windshields
of cars not garaged, and the moss-like
flowers clogging gutters and downspouts
as, tracked in, they stain the off-white carpet.
In Baton Rouge, the limbs touch ground
like legs of giant, occupying spiders.
in a mess of un-extraordinary leaves-
beige, brown, and sage green. Neither
evergreen nor exactly deciduous.
And soon, a yellow residue of pollen
smearing hoods and windshields
of cars not garaged, and the moss-like
flowers clogging gutters and downspouts
as, tracked in, they stain the off-white carpet.
In Baton Rouge, the limbs touch ground
like legs of giant, occupying spiders.
nice sketch
Really like the energy of
"New growth pushes old growth off..."
And the pollen, everywhere.
Vivid.*
I used to like the damned things. When I was naive--right up until you opened my eyes with this fine poem, Gary. *
Very fine.
I fell in love with Live Oaks in NOLA years ago. I fear their pollen.*
I like the notion of this and not this - new/old, not exactly evergreen/not exactly deciduous, cars/not moving, trees/spiders.
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Thanks to all for the kind responses.
Nice. *
Nature's a mess. Just like the human race. *
I've always held one shouldn't expect to live and have white carpets at the same time. *
Very familiar. Worse than the pollen, though, are the Buckmoth caterpillars. Ouch! They'll be all over my patio soon. Nice capture in this. *
Thanks to everyone for the generous responses.