Beauty
A poem by Michael Hawkes
Our tree-lined street is magnificent in the fall.
The red maples’ russet leaves are beautiful
AND
Make me think of passing time and…
And feel a sort of sorrow for…
OR
The maple tree is beautiful
BUT
I know the species is threatened by…
And climate change is killing…
OR
This tree IS BEAUTIFUL
And these trees ARE BEAUTIFUL
AMEN
31/10/22 – Hawkes
Feature image: Japanese maple – courtesy of Royal Botanic Garden, Edinburgh
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[/col][col size=”10″]Michael Hawkes is an 80-year-old survivor of all the world’s wars. He learned (and loved to rhyme) by torturing the hymns he had to sing at school. A retired West Coast fisherman living in Montreal since 2013, he is an unschooled Grandpa Moses writing an average of five poems every week.[/col][/row]
