poetry and prose about place

beech leaves and berries

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One more poem about winterberry holly …


winterberry holly in early winter



beech leaves and berries


watch the wretched shudder

of the second hand, clutch

at the day, a beech leaf, intent

or winterberries persistent

through December


peeling paint on the door

of the shed, insistent –

resist new color

parchment leaves and paint chips rattle


on a day in January

a grey-green flake of paint

is tumbled by wind

and vermillion berries surrender





indifferent snow



Copyright 2014  Jane Tims 

Written by jane tims

March 17, 2014 at 6:57 am

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