poetry and prose about place

keeping watch for dragons #3 – beechwood dragon

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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  Every drop of moisture has been withdrawn and the leaves rustle and whisper in the woodland.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… 




beechwood dragon


scales rattle

as he tiptoes through the thicket

peeks between the trees

wingwebs transparent

armoured in gold



© Jane Tims  2012

Written by jane tims

March 24, 2012 at 7:28 am

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  1. Love your beechwood dragon! Scales rattling – wonderful way to identify that sound…


    Barbara Rodgers

    March 27, 2012 at 10:15 am

  2. 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 🙂


    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


      jane tims

      March 26, 2012 at 7:08 am

  3. I love your photo of the tree Jane. And the poem is brilliant.



    March 25, 2012 at 12:07 am

  4. Fabulous Jane! Great imagination… or is it? 🙂



    March 24, 2012 at 8:22 am

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