keeping watch for dragons #3 – beechwood dragon
This time of year, the only leaves still clinging in the forest are the dry, golden leaves of young beech trees. Every drop of moisture has been withdrawn and the leaves rustle and whisper in the woodland. Something about the way the wind moves through the leaves, and catches the sound of their tremble, makes you wonder…
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beechwood dragon
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scales rattle
as he tiptoes through the thicket
peeks between the trees
wingwebs transparent
armoured in gold
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© Jane Tims 2012
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Love your beechwood dragon! Scales rattling – wonderful way to identify that sound…
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Barbara Rodgers
March 27, 2012 at 10:15 am
Hi Barbara. Whoever invented metaphor was a genious…. Jane
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jane tims
March 28, 2012 at 6:06 am
Those beech trees that hold on to their leaves all winter always catch my eye. It seems to be the younger trees that do this most often; the larger, more mature beeches not as much. Almost like learning something as one gets older 🙂
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Watching Seasons
March 25, 2012 at 8:25 pm
Hi. Good metaphor! I wonder if it has to do with how sheltered the younger trees are. Jane
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jane tims
March 26, 2012 at 7:08 am
I love your photo of the tree Jane. And the poem is brilliant.
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dearrosie
March 25, 2012 at 12:07 am
Thanks, Rosie. The poem was fun to write. Jane
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jane tims
March 26, 2012 at 7:00 am
Fabulous Jane! Great imagination… or is it? 🙂
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dfb
March 24, 2012 at 8:22 am
Who can say???? Jane
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jane tims
March 24, 2012 at 9:39 am