At dawn the leaves elongate,
their outstretched fingertips warm.
Unable to unfold, if the ultraviolet is under provided.
A new spell holds sway.
Emerald veins expand; follow the great canary globe.
Hungry, gorging, glutting, gone the cold famine.
Drinking digits converge trunk-ward in the night.
To experience the after-sap of the succulence released.
Are we poles apart?
© Janet Caldwell 2002-2009
Cheers
Roshan
nicely picturesque. Beautiful imagery, and some profound thoughts.
~Jackie~
All the best,
Sara.
a visual treat for the eyes, and a feast for the mind, this beautiful write *applause*
you make ME proud to call texas home (even though i'm a yankee--even worse, a damn yankee--HEY! i got here as fast as i could! LOL)--congratulations again on your winning AD # 3
(((((HUGS))))) and love,
karla. :)
~Chrissie
Profound write Girl!!
love Tinka
Wonderful visions..Another winner!
Justin
ps: Congrats on winning the poetry contest!
TY Janet
Also Congrats...
Ch'erie
Awesome new Bio pic Janet...
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xoxoxo
Lloydene
Thanks,
Teresa Emilie
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