The fanned tops of trees
Bare in winter
Like spindly black coral
Gently waving
In a windy current
An ocean sky saturated
With sandy sediment
A grey that clouds all
But that contrasting tree coral
And my imagination
(For my father)
~ by April on March 9, 2013.
Posted in Family, Nature, Poetry
Tags: Coral, Diving, Father, Imagination, Sea, Sky, Trees, Winter
April. I love it . Very nice. Thanks for
telling me.
Love you
I am glad you liked it. It came from an authentic feeling. Love you too.
I use to own a big piece of black coral from Maui. It was 3 feet tall and 2 feet wide but I gave it to my marine biology professor.
My father a pice of black coral on his wall, inspired my imagination…and this poem. Thanks for reading.
Delicate and perfect
That was beautiful! Thank you.
Thank you so much for reading.